Rumors of my Death...

...have been greatly exaggerated- to quote Mark Twain.

I know I haven't posted much lately but the last week has been kind of a blur to me. My insomnia has reached epic proportions and I am averaging only a few hours of sleep per night. Over the last couple of weeks my sleeping has been getting worse- I lay in bed for hours tossing and turning. It has caused me to have no energy whatsoever during the day and my concentration is for crap. I am going to the doctor's office tomorrow to and hopefully will be able to get some sleep soon. Enough whining.

This past weekend went well, we finished the genital exams on our professional patients without any major problems. It was mildly amusing to see how some of my classmates reacted to being up-close and personal with a real live patient(and their genitalia). This is one area where my experience as an ER nurse came in handy- hundreds of Foley catheter insertions had a purpose, after all.

Saturday night Jersey Pete had a few of us over for home-made lasagna to celebrate Grace's birthday. Then they went out to the local casino- we went home after Pete's since Rileigh still gets carded at the casino.

This week is off to a slow start. In our clinical medicine small-group we are discussing: Syncope. For those of you who don't know, syncope is a momentary loss of consciousness, i.e. passing out. We were discussing the physiology, diagnosis, treatment, and the myriad of causes of syncope. Riveting stuff, to be sure. But I can't help but feel a little cheated in my education. The discussion of "The Vapors" never came up! Maybe tomorrow.