Leaving a day early. The m4 volunteers did a panel to take the others' questions about handling things like an icu patient begging to die for a month or someone waking up in 4-points and a trach who desperately wants to watch TV...These m4s are the ones I met Flav with, way back. Daniel. Clarice. Shannon. They will be GOOD doctors. And I realized, given how broken is my own planet, that these m4s are the closest thing I've seen to "watched them grow up" in these the last years, and the last students that I might ever see that way. I will sorely miss that.

But I am leaving. Sad finally, the next stage of grief or whatever. Please Mary, get me home safely.  smib

I am innocent! (of that)

spellcasting is bargaining, so I just am FURIOUS through all phases (shocker lol) - I'm stumbling around between depression and fuck-it, after which maybe there is a backyard chicken named Hope (🐓mote of hope)