My brain is whirring from all the thoughts that are being produced. Its noises keep me awake and wake me up.
I dream about cranial nerves, heart tissue, blood characteristics, and components of the Central Nervous System. I am haunted by exams, papers, and due dates that I have missed.
In case you're wondering, I am not in school. These strange dreams and clogged processes are the product of my husband's stress. See, he has asked that I help him study this week. That means that I can't blame my kids for my late nights. No, this week I entirely blame my husband.
I'm not complaining, though, because I have it easy. I may stay up late quizzing him, but he must take the exams and write the papers. He also must stay up later (or all night) to complete his various assignments.
Between helping him at night, preparing meals, keeping little toddlers occupied, and nursing a growing boy, my days are quite cluttered. I may not get around to each of your blogs daily, but I will catch you here and there.
Until then, be grateful that you aren't preparing for medical school. I know I am.
4 hours ago