Mexico Medical Student |

It’s midnight and I’ve been wanting to sleep for 30 minutes, but that’s being made difficult since there is Mexican music and an MC blaring on speakers from a stadium about a mile away. I am not sure we would have moved here had we known about the stadium, but what’s done is done. Usually it’s just soccer games in the daytime, which winds up being a lot of intermittent white noise; constant music is another thing. After midnight. With no sign of letting up.

Sleep is usually the first thing I sacrifice like a bloody offering to the god of time. I am by no means [hypo]manic, but I really do think sleep gets in the way of many things I want to do. Bedtime is usually a daily reminder that I haven’t managed my time well as I realize how much didn’t get done. I love to sleep when I want to sleep, but so often sleep comes as a saboteur of my schemes and intentions.

I have a physiology quiz tomorrow and a test on Monday. I can really say that I’ve been pleasantly surprised at the high quality of instruction in this class as well as the confirmation of my prediction that we’d see clinical relevance sooner rather than later. The subject matter is dense, but since I am pretty good at abstraction and generalization, I don’t find it to be such a huge problem to apply concepts to different situations. I certainly operate that way mentally far easier than the rote memorization that’s been par for the course so far.

Good God, this music won’t let up… I wish I could pull out a recorder so you could her what I’m hearing–inside mind you–but that takes too much energy than I have. That sleep thing is starting to happen again.