A few scattered neurons are firing here and there. Tenuous connections are fizzling out.
Tomorrow morning is my clinical exam (OCASE--it's got the 'A' in it because they also test anatomy during the practical parts).
18 patient stations that are unknown to us. 6 mins each.
Let's hit it year one. I will spit in your general direction in but a handful of hours.
* Yes, a dress. This is the second time since January! Figured I should trade in my 'just rolled out of a dumpster behind Lulu Lemon' look I've been honing all year.