One more week and two finals left – and then I’ll be done with first year! … heck, I’ll have only one semester left of lectures! Power through it, self.
So I cleaned my room yesterday. I’m proud to award myself 500 Grown-up Points for this rare event – but I got a little carried away and really wanted to hang up a new mirror as well. And.. long story short: I’m subtracting 600 Grown-up Points for trying to pound a nail into the wall using a plastic peanut butter jar as a hammer.
It was a new low in dorm life.
… I really need to buy a hammer.
Also: Endocrine is all kinds of awesome. I’m so fascinated with the symptoms for these diseases: tiredness, mild depression, weight gain/loss, heat/cold intolerance… First of all, no wonder so many people never get diagnosed – the symptoms must sound so random and nitpicky if you’re not specifically thinking ‘endocrine’. Second, how cool would it be if we figured out the pathogenesis for those same symptoms, in excruciating biochem-level detail?
If we had a molecular pathway, or a hormonal diagram even, for how hypothyroidism causes depression, or thyroid toxicity causes psychosis? That would be the coolest thing I could imagine. And when we get there, will endocrinologists be able to prescribe medication for psychiatric conditions as well? Because I would totally get onboard that train.
It might be a better fit for me, because (let’s be honest) I really don’t have my life together enough to be analyzing anyone else’s. Somehow the endocrinologist label would just make me feel more free to not be some kind of mental-health model to the world.
(Or – since that scenario is super hypothetical – I guess I could actually suck it up and just try getting my life together.) (Step 1: buy a hammer.)