This week was filled with more tragedy, not literally, but learning about it. I wasn't here, but I did read Antigone in the hospital and I actually enjoyed it. You would have to have such an imagination to come up with this story, as you would Oedipus. I wish I could have constructed something as amazing as that, but it definitely deepens my thinking process and I feel like a better person because I have read those plays. I went to visit my grandmother this weekend and to see my dog. She is the cutest thing you've ever seen. I didn't feel well on the way up to them but I suppressed it because I wanted to see my dog so much. She lives back in Manistee because she needs someone to take care of her until I can be home regularly to do it. I ended up with a fever and a drive down to Grand Rapids. I came to school on Friday, which I hate doing because it's the last day of the week, what's the point, but it always ends up being worth going. I wonder why I get sick so much often, obviously I know the medical reason but how can it be so easy to catch something that can turn fatal in a small matter of time. Medicine is fascinating when you aren't the person receiving it. Perhaps if this had never happened I would've pursued it, but after being surround by it for years, I've grown tired of it. Maybe that's the reason I should go into it, after all I only know about my problems and others similar to mine. But then I read these plays in class or novels filled with philosophy and I realize how much more there is to life than going to school for 12 more years because that's not what I'm supposed to do. I never want to have to look in the eyes of my patient and tell them their life is ending.
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