Mmm, check out that pubic symphysis

X-ray porn!


I'm kind of partial to Miss May:

Rip van Morris

I came home for lunch and since the apartment was empty, decided to stay and study in my room for the remainder of the day. It's devilishly hot outside and the very thought of making the trek from the university parking lot all the way to the library makes me overheat, even in light of all of the air conditioned shortcuts I've found.

Before I set to work, I went to a few of the websites I check daily...and managed to fall asleep while doing so. Seeing as how the desk and chair combo furnished with the apartment is quite awkward for anyone over six feet tall to utilise (no leg room whatsoever), I had to take to propping myself up on my bed. Ill-advised, I know. Many a time I've drifted off instead of carrying on through the wee hours cramming for some blasted exam (or series of them). So, yes, off I went to sleep.

Don't know precisely what prompted it, but I awoke and was slightly panicked. I looked towards my clock for orientation.

2-something p.m.

2-something p.m.!? Lab started at 1! OH NO! I've missed the quiz, I'll miss points on last week's lab report, and I'm going to miss this week's experiment!

Anger, expletive, sleep-dazed frustration and disorientation, etc...

I double-checked the time with my laptop. Surely I didn't sleep more than 24 hours! No! What day is this!?

At this point, things became a bit clearer and I begin to understand that I've only lost 90 minutes of study time. Whew. Now that my heart rate has gone back to normal, I'm starting to see the humour in the situation. heh

Nothing special

My dearest Nora, wherever thou mayst roam,

Over the weekend, I had occasion to engage in the great game of golf with some of my oldest friends. The heat and humidity, even at 8 a.m. when we teed off, was almost unbearable for the first 30 minutes. However, once egos and excessive boasting came into the picture, the foul weather was the least of our concerns.

It was a brilliant match. One friend had never been golfing before and did extraordinarily well. In the end, we were all within 10 strokes of each other (but all way, waaayy over par), at least according to the scores we recorded. My cheating was kept to a minimum for a realistic idea of how I'd do in a tournament situation, for example. The score left a lot to be desired, but was better than how I've done in the past when I was cheating massively.

The lovely nurse I've had my eye on for a while has been more chatty and smiley than usual and the perpetually grumpy nurse has been a bit nicer towards me since our little breakthrough the other week. I'm rather confused as to what to do about the situation with that nurse I fancy. Loads of incredibly pleasant patients lately, but the amount of visitors they're receiving is minimal. There's an overall good vibe throughout the ward and it's the first I've experienced such universal happiness there. Even some of the doctors, normally charging round with furrowed brows and unwelcoming vibes, are a bit at ease.

Hmm. Seems as though Party Boy has procured vast quantities of alcohol and has organised a bit of a gathering. Each bottle cap that I hear hitting some surface other than the inside of the rubbish bin puts me that much more on edge. Perhaps I should join them and imbibe, myself. If only mastering my courses wasn't such a priority...

May the grace of He keep you always,

J.O. Morris

Women

...coming out of the woodwork presently. Whoa.

Almost feels like I have my pick. That never happens. Hmmm! There are two of the lot that I'm quite interested in. One's in my lab. Very shy...but tall. Beautiful golden hair. The other's in my morning class. Stunning green eyes, light brown hair. She's a little on the short side, but is nice and witty.

If only they were from Glasgow. LAWDY!

Highlights

• Patient cussed me out good and proper and later told a nurse that they were going to get out of bed and kick my hindquarters. I'd clocked in less than 30 minutes earlier. Haha, welcome to Big City Hospital.
• A nurse that I'd worked with once before, and who was incredibly crabby, was still...incredibly crabby. Even a bit condescending to me. It was on my mind to just not have anything to do with her for the rest of the day, but I carried on being as pleasant as always...perhaps a bit moreso. She warmed up later in the day and even expressed her gratitude for my work. I was glad for the turnaround and improved mood, and felt kind of good when I thought that maybe I had something to do with it.
• Some woman kept accidentally setting off the call bell. All. Day. Long.
• An amazing elderly male member of the medical team and I got started talking, and he was a right whirlwind! He's led such a vibrant and varied life. Extensive traveler, five vastly different and highly respectable careers (including the present one), nearly 70 years under his belt and he's still going strong. He rides a motorbike to work! On and on and on came the intriguing details. Some were put off by it, but he was so enthusiastic and ate it up when someone else got wrapped up in it, too. I really hope I see him around again. Made my whole month, that man did. 

A few things

BBC World Service at 11 p.m... if I can stay awake. That's ridiculous.

But funny.

Got the new MSAR today and I've looked through about half of it. I've selected 20 schools so far that I might be interested in applying to, most of which are in the northern and western parts of the country. Realistically, I think I'll only be able to afford to apply and travel to.. uh, 2 of them.  heh

There was a nice guy sitting a table ahead of me in the library today. Kept making small talk. He looked like a womanising frat boy, to be honest, but he only called me "bro" once. There seemed to be a bit of loneliness within him. He mentioned not being from around here. My mind was quick to think of all kinds of possible situations, most of which were kind of sad. I kind of wish I was more talkative...not that I was skimpy with the conversation, but you know how it goes.

As I left the library, the main floor smelled so much like a hospital that I was getting a little worried. As is normally my wont, I let my mind wander and saw myself leaving the hospital after a long, exhausting, taxing day. But I was smiling.

So, I smiled as I left the library, even when the ridiculously hot and humid air assaulted me with a vicious frenzy.

Lover, come back to me

Dear Peace & Quiet,

I love you. I miss you. Please, come back to me.

Yours forever and ever,

J.O. Morris