A Series of Poor Decisions

I have made... a series of poor decisions.

I could of had a V-8! *Bonk!*

Anyway.

I decided to pursue some research. Expand some horizons. Advance our collective knowledge. Enter endless amounts of data into an unwieldly sized Excel spreadsheet. It has, unfortunately, like the velociraptors of Jurassic Park, now escaped my control and started opening doors with its razor clawed hands. My research block ended a week ago, and yet I still find myself researching. I will still be researching next block no doubt, and likely researching to my grave. I did not imagine that I would like the whole empirical approach to problem solving -- much preferring the impulsive assertion approach instead -- and the rigorous testing of hypotheses never sounded like much fun to me, but I was curious and so I did it anyway. Mistake! Hours and hours and hours later, and I still have not effectively answered what the risk factors for Clostridium difficile infections in thermal burn patients are. In fact, now knowing how arbitrary the research process is, I am inclined to believe we will never find out. I will have an answer certainly, but that answer will mean beans to me. Plenty to the people who read the research perhaps -- ooh flouroquinolones do lead to C. diff! -- but I will know the secret. Research is madness. Truly it hasn't been that bad, I did get great delight from learning computer shortcuts that made my data gathering more efficient. I like to think I have made "data monkey" into a respectable vocation.

I also decided to assemble my IKEA bed frame a few nights back. At about 2200 hours. Unfortunately it took much longer than the anticipated two and a half hours I expected, and so two days later and some sleeping on the couch I was still assembling the dang thing. I would like to say once assembled, seven or eight hours in total, I had accidentally assembled a magnificent gazebo a la the Simpsons where Homer builds a barn instead of a pool, but all I had in the end was a simple wooden bed frame. With drawers. A simple wooden bed frame with drawers that I now had curiously hostile feelings towards.

And then I decided to use the restroom at work. Upon doing so my pager dumped off my belt and into the toilet. I will leave it up to the imagination what was in said toilet.

Good night ladies and gentleman, you've all been great!