Pathetic, really…when my level of distraction gets to a point that I need to take the term “bathroom break” quite literally. I’m not allowed to use the facilities until I make it through another 30 slides. Feels like I’m on a bad road trip.
I have a four-hour exam tomorrow. If I can pass after being in a oxycodone + acetaminophen (which is NOT a Non-Steroidal Anti-Inflammatory Drug)-induced coma for the last ten days, I might pee in my pants out of excitement (which would be sad since I’ve been wearing the same pair over and over again…it’s the easiest one to put on one-handed). How’s that for a “bathroom break.” I don’t even know what that means…
anna in med school 