For those that know me, you know I really hate traffic. It is one of the few reasons I would not want to live long term in LA. It’s not just the enormous waste of time and resources the traffic causes, but it also is just a full-frontal confrontation with everything that is wrong with society. Perhaps I’m being a bit dramatic, but when I look at traffic all I can think about is how much car exhaust is being spewed into the atmosphere and how sucky our public transportation is and how selfish we are as individuals to have personal vehicles and how unaffordable housing is so people live far from where they work and how we just accept all of this as our reality.
Anyways, I typically feel happier and more energized when I get to the hospital. Today was a pretty chill day. We were on call, but didn’t really get many admits fortunately, though I was kinda hoping for some because my patients right now are pretty straightforward and I want new things to think about. But if any came in after I left, I will pick them up tomorrow. I keep telling myself I will be productive when I get home after being at the hospital, but I want to do is vedge (I deem this the proper spelling cause veg and vej simply are wrong) and sleep. While I enjoy what I’m doing, I’m looking forward to my day off.
nANIMOv 