I dreamt last night that Alexandra (friend and fellow med student) were in London watching a performance of Coriolanus.
Did I dream normal fangirl shit like Hiddles seeing me in the crowd and falling madly in love?Β
I went ahead and dreamt that Mark Gatiss had an MI on stage and that we were the only people in the theatre with any medical training.
So there we are, up on stage, doing the whole CPR-first aid responder deal, taking vitals, chest compressions, rescue breaths like the bad ass motherfuckers we are. We saved him and were big goddamn heroes.
But I still woke up in a cold sweat because I couldn't remember the correct dosage of aspirin to give someone post MI to properly prevent platelet aggregation.
Get out of my head medical school.Β