academic torture withdraw...



yes, after a few days of having no school, i am finally experiencing withdrawal symptoms!!! ahhh, save me, jebus.

the withdraw is not only the extreme tiredness i still feel after i struggle to wake up (today and yesterday morn), there is MORE!!

yes, so last night i dreamed that i was at a designer fashion show. ok, nothing wrong with that, as most of you know that i enjoy haute couture and all the glittery things that go with money. unfortunately, the key designer is a professor from this past semester's stat/drug information class. wahhh, chi square test? survival analysis? hazard ratio? journal club?? yikes!

her design pieces are for stylish ladies in their 30s or early 40s. therefore, except for a few special ocassions dresses, i was not too hot for the stuff, though they are nice and elegant. as if that wasnt bad enough to see a stat prof in your dreams... well, clothes for older people bring in slightly older people. at the "mingling" part of the show, where we were having hors d'oveuers and drinks-- marky, as in the marky with scary eyes that never blink, came in and gave a talk on Risperdal (or risperidone). AHHHH!!!

Risperdal is a popular low potency atypical antipsychotic for schizophrenia. we spent this entire past semester in learning about all the crazy people illnesses and drugs-- opioid analgesics, anxiolytics, antidepressants, antipsychotics, mood stabilizers... etc etc. our ENTIRE final exam was on antipsychotics such as risperidone and clozapine. anywho, marky was rambling on and on and about the wonders of risperidone and other drugs in its class, and side effects of each. after his little talk, he wished everyone a good time at joan's fashion show and said to come and talk to him if anyone has any questions about their antipsychotic prescription and usage.

and then joan kept stalking me when i was looking through her dresses (i was trying to see if there was something i could buy for kate's wedding). ugh! terrible.

i dont wanna be dreaming about school! TWO *scary* dreams already this week. (my other one was when i was robbed at gunpoint with knives stuck in my throat in italy) and it's only wednesday...