My grandmother was supposed to come home from rehabilitation this past Saturday but instead ended up in the ICU. In Queens. Which notoriously hates me. So I spent all of last week scrubbing and disinfecting her house for her return only for the frustrating disappointment of getting to visit a new hospital (and I won't even start my rant on how I'm amazed that certain people ever managed to graduate medical school).
Other than that, I finally finished reading (and taking notes on) the 200 textbook pages about treating a trauma patient and, upon re-copying of my notes, feel like I can't remember anything. I'm only having a slight panic attack.
I'm dying to do some writing, but, plain and simple, I have NO TIME o do anything, and when I do have a little bit of time, I try to get some sleep in here and there. Sleep is such a waste of time.
Anyway, hopefully, I will be able to sit down and get some writing done (in between studying and whatnot), and be able to post a little something here to whet your appetites.
PS - The new My Chemical Romance album FINALLY dropped today and it's phenomenal. Now I just have to wait for the North American tour to make it to a venue I can actually get to.