(the persistence of memory, dali 1931. image from wikipedia)
i think these clocks melted while trying to time rounds, which today felt like a vortex of sloooooooow-motion torture.
i
am
so
tired
of
the
PICU!!
fatigue + feelings of worthlessness --> apathy. anger. agony. and i am sad that it feels this way, thus adding a final layer of shame as the bitter (poisonous) cherry on top of my PICU sundae.
god, i sound awful. i think it's probably good for everyone that this month is almost up.
2 comments:
so how was dinner?
Endure and you will soon have the power of reflection to help assuage the pain of this past month in PICU.
In the meantime, I just finished this delightful book about running, I bet would lift your spirits a bit
What I Talk About When I Talk About Running
by Haruki Murakami
Hang in there!
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