#onemoreday

Just a renal essay standing in between me and freedom. And when I say freedom, I mean two weeks of me earning a decent wage. Yussssss. But that is all hopefully going towards my savings so I don't have to beggar myself next year. Although - given that fact that I am living at home once more, it probably means that I won't be able to purchase nearly as many clothes as I normally would do.

However I am wondering when I can fit exercise in because I don't get back home till 6:30pm and I will be pretty ravenous then and if I leave exercise till after dinner, this means that I'll be starting at 8pm, by that point, I kinda just want to curl up and drink tea. Which only leaves two possibilities:
- I don't exercise at all (and get fat, and not to mention - when I do start up again in two weeks time, I will have to restart from zero again).
- I wake up at 7:10am every morning to exercise. A fifty minute workout starting at 7:20am-ish means that I will be done by 8:10am and will have enough time for a quick shower. sdjkdsfjkldsfjkl.

Also, spent this evening watching an inguinal hernia repair while studying the kidneys. Ah, medicine. Don't you just love it?
Speaking of study, let's face it. Prof. W. pretty much just wants to hear how awesome ACE inhibitors/angiotensin receptor blockers are at minimising the progression of hypertension, chronic kidney failure and diabetic nephropathy. Oh, and proteinuria is bad. And the kidneys are the single most important organ in the body.

And I am immensely grateful for the hot water bottle my parents sent me. I am going to utilise this everyday now, thank you very much.