Baird 787-1

I will start with the admission that I am jealous of Mitch's blog since it has pictures and is, therefore, automatically better than mine :(.

Somebody! Bring me a camera [that will connect to my comp]! Drop-off hours at Baird 7 are 2-6pm; I can trade you hospital food!

Anyway, apologies for such a late post, I was dying today. Not from Cholera. From fatigue. And I still haven't completed all my daily goals.

Yesterday, I managed to get through the first chapter in “Love in a time of cholera” (about 50 pages). The bulk of that contained painfully trivial descriptive information on everything the author could think of including, but not limited to, multiple pages dedicated to a couple of character’s bathroom preferences. After my ‘success’ of reading that one first chapter I decided it was time for some reviews. Although it is relatively high ranking on Amazon a substantial number of people evidently felt the same as I did and most were irate having made it further than I did and having wasted valuable time.

Thank you mister Bill A. for the gift, but I think I will surely go mad if I read it any further. The reviews actually made the book even more distasteful than I already perceived it to be. Maybe the movie is good but, honestly, unless you are painfully bored and blind to the world around you or are enclosed in a blank white room of nothingness, I would recommend avoiding this book. The only other book I failed to complete after starting was “Moby Dick” and that was about a decade ago.

I expect my next reading will be more fulfilling: Slaughterhouse-Five by Kurt Vonnegut! So far I have only read one chapter since I still haven't completed all the work I designated for myself today.

A couple patients, today, have entered the Cholera zone and are being provided "ORT": oral rehydration therapy and are ready with there intravenous inserts. I am greatly appreciative that I am not on that and, honestly, I've had very little news on that progression. So far, actually, I am the same as Mitch (I am not hiding his name since he does have that blog) when it comes to the Bristol Stool Scale.

I've been keeping track of my food consumption and I will tell you: I've been eating like a pig.

Luckily, I have found the local exercise bike!