Sorry I haven't been on a whole lot this past week. Been really occupied with stuff and thus my computer time is quite a bit shortened. Well...man, I'm going to hate working. I'm only volunteering and I get home extremely exhausted. Nine hour work/volunteer day? Four days a week? Crazy. Doing this until school starts. I would say I like it, but I don't really. Well, for one thing it's a serious eye opener for me. Then again, volunteering at a hospital--working in patient/nursing floor in a hospital smack dab in the middle of Detroit is bound to be well...shocking.
I have to say, I never...EVER want to be so old that I can't take care of myself. If I do, someone please kill me. Seriously, I don't see the point of living to the point where your just a burden to everyone else. Just this week, Mon-Thurs, I've seen far more of reality and life than I could care for. Not just the old people, but there are younger-ish people too but duude...duude. The floor I work on smells weird--none of that hospital smell you usually parallel hospitals too--kinda like really overcooked meatballs. And even at home, I still can't rid the smell from my memory. I just help out on the floor, gopher around, bring water to the patients and stuff like that. I feel so bad for some of the people--they've been there for days. And some of them are just well, scream in pain and I just kinda stand there helpless and like put on a stupid smile and "can I help you with anything?" gawd. There are like...five nurses and like twenty four patients. And some of the rooms are still being cleaned/fixed. When those rooms gets filled with patients...dangit, so crazy.
On a less depressing note, the manager of the floor hooked me up with the head of the psych. Which is just plain cool. He said I could job shadow him whenever I liked and DUUDE what an opportunity. Like, he was on the floor I help out at and like, there were a bunch of med students following him. Like sheep, or...tourist. ~has stupid grin on face~ Something like: "if we come this way, we will now see the patient with a head trauma." Andandand when he would write something down on his handy-dandy clipboard they would all crowd around him and ~giggles~ It was silly but well, I would do the same. But it was still silly looking!
And nopers, I have not forgot about my long neglected poor ficcy. It just took me really long to get everything down the way I liked it, I'm still not too sure that I like it. If probably check again, chances are like stuff might change. Drastically! Like suddenly Duran grows six heads and--heh. >.< I don't think I like fanfic-ing that much. I'm so...paranoid about characters that aren't my own. I mean, I hate when people write characters totally OOC to a point you can't recognize them...and then feel hypocritical when I start writing. And durr, I think nearly all my fics in this fandom have been really melodramatic. Dangit, I usually don't write like this! It's just ~gestures wildly~ Blergh, but here it is, D2 which should've of been posted MONTHS ago. Chapter 3 should be out soon...hopefully but now added to the chaos of Mad Mad August is the e-vile-ness of college aps! ~cue ominous music~
( what I guess some duudes have been waiting for, chapter 2 of Delirium )