Freud Said Dreams Are Wishes

It's the end of the first week of the term. Thank god.

Today went better than the previous days. I got up around 3:15 in the morning to get in some studying before getting into the shower at 4:30. I've been trying to get to campus by 6:15. I've been meeting with another student before class to go over material. Before I left for campus, I bought an online program--$250--for a year's access to test questions for the board examinations I'll be taking as early as September. (Yes, that's only five months away, but if I have to retake it for any reason, I'll still have access.)

We had a simulation today--a pregnant mannequin with eclampsia having seizures while I tried to hook up an IV and start an infusion of magnesium sulfate--and my partner was the same beautiful, frozen woman I worked with a couple of terms ago. We took care of the mannequin.

I was home by 12:30.

I changed back into my pajamas had some lunch, leftovers, and lay down to try to take a nap. When that failed, I watched a few episodes of The Sopranos. I should be sleeping. I should be studying. I have a paper due on Sunday. I have six chapters of reading to do before Monday. I have an exam on Monday. I have to review how to assess and treat patients in hypovolemic shock for another simulation next week....

Last night I had a dream...I was looking for a restaurant, first driving, then walking down the road, a dirt road in a small community on a hill. I saw that a young man was following me. I had a screwdriver on me, sharpened at the end, like a prison shank. I turned and said hello the the man, made sure he saw the shank. He continued to follow me, and I turned back around and threatened him with the shank, telling him to leave me the fuck alone. Then I woke up.

Dave came home a little after 5:00. I made pizza for dinner--mozzarella, cheddar, and Swiss with onions--along with a simple salad of red cabbage and tomatoes. After dinner, we piled the dishes in the sink and I went back to The Sopranos.

We're both tired.