The memory of smoke

The memory of smoke

Tuesday, June 25, 2013

Wednesday, June 12, 2013

Here comes another one

Actually started yesterday. Which may well account for one facet of the weekend assault of the innards. Expected to work today, but that got changed back to the usual.

Got a chance to let an attending anesthesiologist in on obnoxious, condescending, obstructive behaviour of a resident, in a private manner.

Sunday, June 9, 2013

Paying way too high a price

“pirsonalmente di pirsona”

Had a glass too much beer yesterday, exactly one more than usual. And vengeance came upon me, violently and persisting. To the extent that I don't feel that my one step into well-buzzed justified the vomiting, misery and level of illness. So, I accepted pity. D very kind, a great comfort.

Still feeling unwell, wrung out, painful abdomen, vague nausea, head muck, listless, tired, weak. So, much better than yesterday, in short. I have to consider that a tad extra beer teamed up with something else. But it could well just be that I cannot metabolize alcohol properly, and my limits are not only closer in, but with a tiny margin.

I shall have to be even more careful. Moderate. My sinuses have final say. My gut concurs.