Slowly going mad

I have gotten to the point where everything non-medical makes me think medical (my brother says his heart is well - i think chest pain and shortness of breath) and everything medical makes me hungry (to wit: below)

31 more days of didactic year to go. And that includes weekends. Fuck yeah.

O cervical os
A round O, a donut hole
Making me hungry

A fight with Lucy

A fight with the girl
Blow out the pipes and we're done
Kiss and make up, healed (status haiku)

An extra one

Dreams of a patient
Stenosis murmurs loudly
Smiles softly through wires

Summer

Summer's here at last
Taking barely passing grades
So I can enjoy (status haiku)