Medical school is stressful, pretty much by definition, so I have a constant influx of school-related stressors that keep the bile and gastric acid contents at full boil, a thud in my step, and a hang to my head.
But that's all good... I've gotten used to it. Well, except for the recurrent attacks where I feel doom suddenly closing in on me.
So I'm watching path on Sonic Foundry before bedtime... and the professor is talking about aspiration... and how the cockroaches get so big in South Carolina (I can attest to that), and have no qualms about crawling on you while you sleep... especially if you're poor, like medical students are (her emphasis, not mine), and if you sleep with your mouth open, they can just crawl right in and you can suck one into your right lung. There's a picture and everything...
I'm torn, because I like this woman as a lecturer a lot, yet after placing that image in my mind both conceptually and visually, and I already have sleep problems, she may be contributing to my imminent psychological breakdown.
Though aspirating a cockroach STILL might be better than studying micro.