I had a very nice day with my Mom today. Is it the sign of a youngest child that I still go home to hang out with my parents when my husband is away?

Today I had a non-alcoholic beer. I think this is a sign of progress in my recovery from the LMCC-II. Now I have until December 16th to try and forget about it before results come out.

That was the worst exam I've ever done. Seriously. There are 2 stations I absolutely bombed.

I'm SO OVER EXAMS. Damn you LMCC II.

When I see children dying and I read about children dying and the PAIN that their parents go through, I can't help but ask - how can people do it? Is it insanity that people want to bring a life into this world when there's a chance that life will be cut too short and cause them immeasurable pain? Or is it the promise that most people make it to adulthood alive that drives the need to reproduce? Or the opportunity to bring a new and wondrous life into the world?

I struggle with the fact that right now I have no desire to have a baby. I'm too worried. I am content to bring them into the world and hand them off to those more prepared.

And then she was 29.

Kitty

So,
Kitty is still alive but now unable to walk, use the litter box without help, or manipulate his position very well. He often looks like me in an undergrad lecture, nodding off to sleep with his head on his chest only to jerk awake realizing that he can't sleep and hold his head up at the same time. The prednisone is at least increasing his appetite, although he's just skin and bones. Poor thing's owners can't get home soon enough - they'll need to put him down soon and I just can't bring myself to do it without them seeing him. Friday seems like such a long time away.