Nothing's really been going on this week. I had a pretty uneventful weekend where I studied and ran errands. I saw Across the Universe. .. and I don't know how I feel about it. There were some really very pretty and exciting images, and I probably would have appreciated it more if I was more familiar with the Beatles. The story was put together weird but it was still pretty charming. Anyway, Julie Taymor still rocks as far as I'm concerned.
So I'm taking this optional class called Patient Perspectives, specifically the psych one, where we go and talk to patients for an hour each week and listen to their stories. It's supposed to help us learn how to talk to patients and understand what they're going through. I went in on Tuesday, and I was told that it would be a nice environment and there's nothing to worry about. I also like to think I'm pretty tough and can handle most things. But it's pretty One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest in there, which is not so ok. I went in with another classmate and asked the psychiatrist there to suggest a patient to talk to (so we don't end up with someone violent). We also asked for an interview room because that's what we were told to do, but he said no. My patient was actually really nice and quiet (which didn't help so much with the conversation part of it) and he had some pretty harmless paranoias. However, we were sitting in a common area, and one of the patients kept walking around our couches in circles muttering about how someone's going to die and then he'll follow. That wasn't cool. Nope, not one bit. The patient I was talking to looked pretty uncomfortable about it, so I basically ended the conversation (about 5-10 minutes after we started) and bolted the hell out of there. In retrospect, I probably should have told a doctor about that. . .but I think they'll figure it out.
Other than that, I'm not really handling the 8am classes all that great. It's helped a little bit since I got a mattress pad and I don't wake up in the middle of the night because my back is hurting. I think the problem, though, is that I can't take naps. I have never been able to take a 15 minute nap. My brain's just buzzing too much to fall asleep during the day. So last week, this constant tiredness just built up until Friday when I passed out hardcore and took a 3 hour nap. And I don't think that even qualifies as a nap at that point. So yeah, my body hates me. It's great.
Mm yeah, that's all for now.
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