So, I love my job, I don't love where my desk is situated. As it stands, I sit right next to a pit of heart-failure nurses who do nothing, all day, but talk to patients in congestive heart failure (Pre-transplant folks) about symptoms and management. Of the few possible endpoints for my particular heart disease, congestive heart failure is a pretty likely one. Before I started at the hospital, I knew what CHF was like in textbook, abstract terms. Now I know way too much about it on a very visceral level. It makes me feel even crazier than normal on 'bad heart days', because I can't decide if I am actually feeling symptomatic, or if I'm experiencing a hypochondria that's common to people who haven't been working in hospitals for long. Good fodder for my counseling appointment tomorrow I guess. On a much happier note, my birthday weekend was a lot of fun, and I impulse bought a guitar on Saturday. A discontinued 'Willie K Special' from Marshall Music in Allan Park, Detroit. I picked it up after fooling around with a few other guitars and it just sang to me. I wish I could find a picture of the headstock that did it justice. Really pretty blue abalone inlay and (I found this out after I bought it) gold tuners. The sound is so rich and buttery, I have a hard time putting it down.
Have you considered a nice set of headphones to drown out the nurses?