Testing, testing

So, this blog is goin international. Or just english, due to requests from several places in the world. Now, it was a while ago I did IB, so my english is not the best in the world. Therefore! Any mistakes you find here you can blame on... Google Translate. :P

Sooooooo, mmmmmmm... First week of psychiatry-training is over. THANK YOU, LORD IN HEAVEN! These weeks have been painful! I could be politically correct or empathetic or whatever and go like: "Pooooor old, autistic, depressed, suicidal people. I really care about what you feel and want you to TALK to me. Let me help you."
But I should be honest with you - I FRANKLY JUST DON'T CARE! Do you have anything that needs to be sliced away? A tumour perhaps?
Everybody have emotions. :O And worst of all is they need to talk. I hate talking about emotions (if I'm not high on eostrogen that is, which doesn't happen that often). Here's a scenario of how misplaced I am at psych:

Patient comes in and all parts are seated. Quite for seconds, then psychiatrist asks how the patient feelsThe patient either bursts out in tears or shrug their shoulders (Now really? You came all the way here so you could shrug your shoulders?) By the shrugging I loose control and my eyelids start lifting weights. To be clear on this, if i am not taking part in any activity requiring energy and oxygen I am lowered in state of conciousness to a sleeping state. Me bye bye. Gutten nacht, auf wiedersen, aurevoir, bon soir... just gone with the wind.

And the problem is that the more I try to overcome this problem, by really focusing on what's said, the sleepier I get! So every session ends with me nodding of fatigue to the extent I almost snore. And every ****ing time my supervisors see me. Luckily, they have still not mentioned it.

Positive: My supervisor who is very cool, the selfnamed surgeon of psych and the pali dude who works there! yay!

Aaaaaaaah. There are few things in life I really enjoy. Coffee, food, shopping, men AND sleeeeeeeeep! Ah! Sleep is so good I wanna kiss it, bite it, eat it, play with it and hug it... and kiss it again. It's so good I could marry it. And let it have an open relationship with me. As long as it comes back to me every night. I'd buy sleep gifts and shower it in compliments. And scream I love it from the roof of a Flogsta high-buildning.



Not that I am tryin to make any associations between me and Sleeping Beauty:P