So I thought I could do nothing. Ended up with a 2 hour nap. Wow, am I boring. These meds... these blessed and cursed meds. Maybe medicine really is a divine touch. It heals but sometimes comes at another price. Reminds me of oracles. In order to use their divine talents, they first receive a curse. Now this curse becomes a gift later and like side-effects can be a mini blessing. The extra sleep doesn't hurt.
I always hated the medical field thought it wasn't for me. And I'm realizing, I'm born to be a healer. I've always had to fill that role. Because it's required of me. So why fight destiny. A healer's life for me.
