A day in the life
It was Monday afternoon. I was sitting in the back corner of my Pharmacology lecture, my computer open, powerpoint pulled up, doing my best to focus. Truth is, I wasn’t doing a very good job at it. I don’t have a clue what the lecture was over… something about poop, I think? Anyway, my brain was fried, I had a bazillion things on my “to do” list (or should I say, “soon due” list) and my professor seemed to be speaking another language. An hour in to the 3 hour lecture, I was getting fidgety. I am a very touchy-feely person. I need something my hands can mindlessly play with while my brain focuses. Today, there was a zit on my face. The hands accidentally picked the zit. The zit started to bleed. Uncontrollably. In the middle of lecture. Oh no. I did what any good nursing student would do, APPLY PRESSURE. But it wasn’t subsiding. It was getting little ridiculous and I was getting a little panicked. I needed backup. I quickly and quietly snuck out of lecture and darted for the bathro