Esta semana.
Vi a mi primer paciente y redacte su historia clínica como la escritura (estas ansias de escritora fallida), la propedeutica (que es más que medicina hipocrática) y mi memoria (que amaneció de buen humor) lo permitieron.
I returned to neverland. And I cried. I asked if I was a teenager and somebody answered, yes, well... no you're a doctor. Then I answer: I don't believe in such statement. Probably he smiled and answered you should.
Sigo igual de cansada, no importa cuantas horas de sueño me permita.
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You ARE a teenager, girl! Get used to it for the last years you have left. I know it feels like hell and believe me when I said it doesn't get any better. If I’ve ever had the opportunity of going back in time, I’d definitely let it go.
ResponderBorraryou are a great support... at least you didn't tell me I'm a doctor, which is dangerous.
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