Wednesday, February 27, 2008 . 2/27/2008
I went to work with my mom yesterday (the hospital) and I've come to the conclusion that I would never be able to work in an office. It's just too much for me. I got so overwhelmed that I cried. The talking, and especially people who laughed in a horrible high-pitched squeal that fat ladies have nearly made me go into a nervous breakdown; there was just too much noise. I remember being overwhelmed by it all even as a kid, and surprise surprise, it hasn't gotten any better. And that hospital smell.. I hate it. But office smell is even worse because it smells like a mixture between coffee, crummy cafeteria food, and ass. Though to be fair, I had a delicious cheeseburger and some fries that came from the cafeteria.I'm not too sure if I could work in a hospital, either. Don't get me wrong though, it would be very interesting, especially in a Trauma center I would imagine. But again, I don't think I'd be able to handle all the noise and activity. Besides that, I can't stand the sight of blood (although my mom tells me I'd just get used to it). So unless there's a pill for being overly sensitive to noise etc (one of the main reasons I couldn't handle regular school - tried to up until about 10th grade), I'm out.
Oh yeah, and I found out I was born two weeks early, the heart palpitations that I had were most likely normal, and the "second ankles" on my feet are either some type of cyst or extra cartilage or something. Can't really tell until I get an X-ray.
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