my hemorrhoid is flaring the fuck up. please, anything to avoid sitting today. i need to be standing. i’m also getting so warm, as if i’m about to overheat. i wish i had worn something else today.

but it’s all going to be fine. i’m okay, it’s all okay.

they're talking about a patient with ocd whose compulsions of hygiene got so intense that they had to delay her discharge. the hospital would be a horrible place to have ocd, wouldn’t it?

trying not to be an absolute fucking weirdo, but it’s not going great. of course it’s not going great. it’s not going great because there isn’t really a way for me to not be a weirdo.

when people ask me if i had a good weekend it’s sort of just like 'yep, yes, i really did, i had a great weekend.' but you can never quite get into a real convo with someone, because you feel the prying ears of all the other doctors in the room. you feel it all, you really do feel it all.

i should’ve at least, like……. maybe i can take off my undershirt. yeah, let’s try that.