My body has decided that it only needs, on average, four hours sleep per night. My brain appears to disagree. I think at first this started the other way around – thinking was keeping me up. Now the rest of me is getting its revenge. If I don’t sleep through the night tonight it is entirely possible that I will nod off in Anatomy tomorrow, which would be icky at best.
Despite my mounting sleep deficit, good things have happened this week. I got good results on a paper and a clinical competency, balancing out the dire anatomy factor. More importantly I have got some excellent collaborative study done, with people I enjoy spending time with. Bits of Med Revue are taking shape, and there is a new bike in the garage (not mine). The quest for world trivia domination took a great leap forward. I had two baths and one beach visit.