Managed to survive this long, blasted week–like I had lassoed a pole a mile away and dragged my paralyzed body to reach it. Felt like New Year’s eve was eons ago, when it was, in fact, just last Friday. Initially dreaded the post-holiday bulk of patients for chemo, but then my patients started cancelling one by one due to fever and cough. Thankfully my patients are very honest. What took the place of patient care was dread, as well as a series of meetings. Many of our residents are starting to fall ill, while patients keep on coming in in droves. Been taking more whiskey than I usually do. A friend started complaining of fever and diarrhea. Another one complained of sore throat. I miss those days when I could just tell a friend with sore throat to refrain from deepthroating a humongous cock.