You know you've been in nursing school too long when…
Yesterday was a full day of clinicals. Got out at three and worked on my paperwork and then gave my brother-in-law a ride home. I got home finally a little before six and studied until Ishaq got off of work.
We had a lovely dinner date at PF Changs and then went home to watch a movie. I had to type up one more thing before Friday at 11, so I decided to do it before dinner.
Ishaq was on the computer so I rested my head against his shoulder for just a moment.
And…
BAM!
I was knocked out cold. He kept trying to wake me up so I could do my homework and would say “Do you want me to wake you up in an hour?”
Sure, I mumbled.
An hour passed and he tried to wake me up again.
“Hey, you’ve got to do your homework now sweetie.”
“But, he doesn’t have any respirations,” I replied.
“What?” Ishaq asked me befuzzled.
“I just don’t know.”
“Well,” he tried again, “do you want to get up yet?”
“No, no he doesn’t have any respirations. I’ll set my alarm for the morning.”
I’m not one of those people who can remember dreams, but I so wish I were. It sounds like an interesting one.
