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<span style="color: #93c47d;">Ok, so now that my frustration is out, let's talk about it. So January 2020, Rizwan and I are watching the news on the television about the virus. He says oh it might hit the US and we have flights that might be cancelled. I say hm.. but truly I never understood the depth of those words. Turns February 2020, we hear things are getting bad around the world - still feeling safe at home. March 2020 and schedules of residents change, we're bracing for the worst - anxious but safe.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #93c47d;">25th March 2020 - my first day at the hospital after my half-research rotation. There is no visitor line at the security check, everyone around is wearing a surgical mask or a N95. I go in to punch-in and since I was always had an OCD with regular hand-washing, it did not feel any different, however, wearing scrubs did. I go into the elevator and hit 17th floor with my knuckle (still the same for me). Everyone in the elevator is either quiet or talking about the coronavirus. Once on the floor I do not recognize any face because every face is hidden behind a mask, then a face shield. Nurses are in scrubs topped with yellow gowns, feet covered with shoe covers and the head covered too. Makes me think sometimes whether this is an eye-opener for those who spoke about face/head covers and bans - I know, thinking afar but still.. As I enter the resident room, all my colleagues are in masks too! That's when I realized how naked I was. I asked for a mask from the nurses who sent me all the way to the second floor and gave me so much attitude while I asked for a PPE. These are managers who do not need to see patients and give attitude to healthcare workers who need PPE to see COVID + patients! Anywho, intubated three patients, sent four patients to the ICU. That was day 1. Came home traumatized. You see, one patient was intubated but the nurses on the floor are med-surge nurses so they do not understand the concept of sedating a patient while they are intubated. Well, let me rephrase that, they do understand the need of sedating the patient but they are not trained for that as these medications can also drop the blood pressure of the patient so there is a narrow window for adequate sedation with good pressure control - and for this, you need to make frequent trips to the patient's bedside to 'titrate' the medication. If this titration is inadequate, the patient can not be sedated enough and may end up being awake, fighting the tube and 'self-extubate' themselves. That's what happened in one patient, her oxygenation started dropping to 50% and she became unresponsive. The chaos that I witnessed haunted me for the rest of the day.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #93c47d;">But I told myself more is coming and worse is yet to come. So brace yourself as I need to decongest my thoughts.</span></span>sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12098119723808028869noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3072586115141622075.post-76614083220353291682020-03-31T20:31:00.002+03:002020-03-31T20:31:54.005+03:00I've meant to write for a long time; write to remember and recall. This space to write and write freely, anonymously is perfect. It is better than a pen and paper, I've tried that and it feels very tiring, may be we're not used to of writing anymore.<br />
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Life is so perfect alhamdulilah. I'm 26 years old, married (AH!), working and living. My best friend is my husband and he is an angel! He's so cute, so funny and so adorable. He's beautiful. 😌<br />
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This is from 2016. We were in San Diego. One of the most memorable moments in my life. This man is so loving, it is unbelievable. Masha'Allah.<br />
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<br />sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12098119723808028869noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3072586115141622075.post-32929280597714002792017-02-14T12:43:00.002+03:002017-02-14T12:43:42.316+03:00IM Residency Bronx-Lebanon<span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">It has been a long ride. Finishing up medical school and jumping into the USMLE. I feel good alhamdulilah for working hard and actually achieving this. There have been many downs as well as some ups. Exams upon exams, observerships and the hunt, successes and near-failures too. The interview season has been a smooth road, I'd say. I didn't have many to compare but the ones I had were pleasant. I loved meeting new people from different places but hated the fake laughs and my jaw muscles cramped by the end of the day. Oh and the pain with those pathetic black pump/heels (ugh).</span><br />
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<span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">All in all, I got the prematch offer and I took it upon thoughtful advice, let's hope it'll bear something fruitful. My comeback is to make things remembered, improve my writing and ohmygod my spellings have become pretty awful. The vocabulary needs to up the Trump-grade (heeeh). </span><br />
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<span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">The visa process has just begun so hoping it goes well inshaAllah. There are many things that will be missed, the vacations in Saudi, family and quarrels with the siblings but I guess we move on from the phases.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I really hope to provide excellent patient care and be a better Muslim than ever- which naturally should make me the best human within me. Through this journey and all the Islamophobia around it, I hope to never lose my ties with my religion and neither to be ashamed of it nor put it in the hiding. I should actually put it on display so the goodness of it may shine through (a little cheesy, ok, a lot).</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">So much, so much changes yet the basics, the necessities, the morals stay the same. Where I am, I do not want to be in some circumstances but just the other way round, here, I want to be here so bad. Maybe its when they proclaim that something may be, and really is better than nothing at hand. I can never thank Allah enough for where he's brought me, how he brought me here and for every passing breath with loved ones. What's more than family. Just here. Nothing. Nothing beats that.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I made a mess of some things just recently and wow did I screw up. Most careless haha. But still so much to thank of.</span>sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12098119723808028869noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3072586115141622075.post-41088985396942973752014-12-10T15:51:00.004+03:002016-07-01T13:13:48.476+03:00<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">I don't remember the last time I blogged and what I wrote about. Now I think only in my times of lonely I write something on here. Last resort I guess. </span><br />
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<span style="color: orange; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Whaaa? December 2013? HAHA. 2013 was a shithole for a year. Alhamdulilah it's over. I just attended the last class of 4th year- whoopwhoop! 4th year was amazing. Studied shit, survived easy. Just left with the bigass exams now. I just came back from Riyadh last week. So amazing, so amazing. I love Riyadh and Ramadan in Riyadh and Eid in Madinah. ALHAMDULILAH. SO MUCH FUN.</span><br />
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<span style="color: orange; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Treadmill starts today in sha Allah. 5 good weeks! Oh, the fat arms =<</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Anywho, details of the year for later but right now I'm in 4th year of medical college and pretty much loving it! School hasn't been this fun since 2010 in Riyadh. There's a lot of laughing followed by some more loud laughing. We've passed through surgery rotation, which started in September. Orthopaedics with Dr. Waqar was hilarious with stories of his wife. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">So today was my second call of gyne rotation. It was fun in terms of the harkatai me and sundus did. This 49 years old lady using iucd was just next level. Watching her all prepped up in front of her husky husband was even more next level. Dr. Mariam really made us stay till freaking 8 30. We took our histories and went up to her at 7 but she's all like no no. So, Sundus and I, went to Sangam Market in I-8 to have this really heavy double chicken Afghani burger, which is basically lots of fries and chicken sausages in a yummy wrap so it wasn't that bad. </span></div>
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sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12098119723808028869noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3072586115141622075.post-38678568456236860922013-02-11T11:17:00.000+03:002013-02-11T11:17:30.650+03:00My result is uploaded. <span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">So I'm up at SCIL again. Today in the Surgical Ward I met a woman who had CA breast. It was pretty sad how she had most of her family members suffering from CA breast and one member had CA uterus. To be honest, she pretty much inspired me really. She was smiling. That's a big thing for me cause God forbid if I had such a problem with me and going through operations and 6 sessions of chemotherapy it would've raped me inside out. Astaghfirullah. The best feeling I got was when she asked me when she could have a mammography of her daughter done who is now just 2 months old. It was inspiring how she seemed to be less educated than us but she still cared of her daughter to a level most people don't yet.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">One another note, the diet is going so bad. I ate like a cow over the weekend because I was hungry as a monster. However, things have changed from today onwards. I'm back at it. I might start cooking too for myself. Heeehe. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">My Rheuma result came. I did just average again. Sucks. Sometimes I was number 1 at my class and now I'm just some girl who said acute is under 6 months but it's actually under 6 WEEKS. Fucking weeks!</span>sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12098119723808028869noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3072586115141622075.post-53332712815275989442013-02-07T06:40:00.003+03:002013-02-07T06:40:54.354+03:00Quickie again.<span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Okay I am back. The class moved out cause there's another class happening up at SCIL. </span><div>
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<span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">We were talking about Pakistani people. I'd rather love to stay in Riyadh and I plan on doing my housejob over there but Omer bhai- my cousin- prefers that housejob be done in Pakistan where there's a variety of patients and they are so poor that even when you do something wrong- highly God forbidden- they won't really ever sue your ass.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">But I, on the other hand, am fed up of Pakistan and I miss my parents too much a lot of. I miss my house and I'd rather end up teaching than practicing medicine. I can't stand the ward smell up at D3 Wing 4. Rashiqa made me differentiate between the two smells- medical and surgical wards, which is very true.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">On my way to school I realized that I really really hate people now. I hate people at the airport, the ones who give you your boarding pass and treat you like shit. Yes, those people. Twice they took some unauthorized taxes from me and I have them cause I was alone and I didn't know what else to do.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Oh my class is leaving to another class. Gotta run!</span>sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12098119723808028869noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3072586115141622075.post-4417368593991489102013-02-06T22:33:00.001+03:002013-02-06T22:33:28.545+03:00Food, I miss.<span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">How I spent my day today? I woke up only to realize how sleepy I was so I slept back in and ditched my first class- LGIS by Dr. Abida. PHARMA. Got up at 9.30 got ready by changing my shirt and actually the rest of it was all my night suit. Ew. Gandi Sarah. Took a pharma practical which was prescription writing by Dr. Hanna. Later we had plans of going to Gloria Jeans but the driver had to pick up my niece from school so instead we had oranges in the sun. It was fun. Library then attended the last micro practical and Sundas baji was with us. I came home, had a bowl of soup but I ate :O then I had a piece of chocolate cake :O</span><br />
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<span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span>sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12098119723808028869noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3072586115141622075.post-85601103412302343522013-01-19T19:59:00.002+03:002015-07-31T04:47:12.229+03:00An Ashamed Child<span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">A certain things I realized today. A woman will protect her family no matter what. A married woman will protect her father's family but she'll sacrifice anything for her own family. Life is complicated and children nowadays don't understand the value of parents. When it happens in front of my eyes I wish to slap them, slap them so hard their face drops off.</span>sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12098119723808028869noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3072586115141622075.post-71118789215032350542013-01-16T17:19:00.000+03:002013-01-16T17:19:13.414+03:00My Interpretation Of Dreams<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Fuck this politics.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I had such a horrible dream in the morning. I know why- Allah doesn't want me to sleep after Fajr and He is so right. The more I sleep, the higher the chances are that my dreams are going to be more and more screwed up. So screwed up and so real. My mum says never discuss your dreams except to those closest to you. I personally believe that dreams are for a reason. A sacred message from the other world. I remember my O-levels' finals and I had a dream that it's been two straight days and I haven't completed my exam and I panic. I took it as a sign from the Lord that I should finish it fast and well in the real exam I was pretty slow and I had still like half the exam to do in the last 45 minutes. Panic attacks.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #f6b26b; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Omgggg. Im blogging from sibgha's iPad. Omg it's so cool. It really is. So portable. And lighter than my laptop. Anywho, I'm in the best place in the world right now. Alhamdulilahhh. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #f6b26b; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I got my limbs waxed for the first time on Saturday and boy was it fun and not as painful as I had heard. More over getting it done when you're 20 shouldn't mean a big deal anyway you know. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #f6b26b; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I should start my studying. No excuses at all. :D</span>sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12098119723808028869noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3072586115141622075.post-73292266522962450152013-01-05T20:08:00.001+03:002013-01-05T20:08:17.880+03:00Coutdown. Alhamdulilah!<span style="color: cyan; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I will publish another post after this movie. </span><br />
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<br />sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12098119723808028869noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3072586115141622075.post-44253354395467515542013-01-04T16:16:00.002+03:002013-01-04T16:16:18.592+03:00<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I miss that feeling of my <span style="color: #ffd966;">laptop</span> over my feet to keep them warm. It's too fucking cold in Pakistan and I care about my hands more <span style="color: #ffd966;">than </span>my feet so I have to stay in a quilt and a blanket, two sweaters, a pair of socks and my hands are still freezing.<span style="color: #ffd966;"> Need</span> for gloves is the maximum <span style="color: #ffd966;">possible</span> need.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span>sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12098119723808028869noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3072586115141622075.post-69842342620943245152013-01-02T20:02:00.000+03:002013-07-14T10:47:19.071+03:00<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Nothing</span>sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12098119723808028869noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3072586115141622075.post-19491458203288918232012-12-31T22:41:00.002+03:002012-12-31T22:43:40.875+03:00I'll just stay as me.<span style="color: orange; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Oh fuck a 'Happy New Year'. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #ffd966; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">My Rheumatology module just finished yesterday and Hematology starts today and I'll be attending like 7 classes out of 47 classes and my attendance will be fuuuuucked up. Whoosh. I'm trying my best not to think over it or else I'll ruin myself oh Lordddd.</span><br />
<span style="color: #ffd966;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Moving on, recently I've developed such an amazing love towards 1980's-90's American movies. IF YOU HAVE ANY RECOMMENDATIONS COMMENT THEM BELOW LOVE. </span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">They make you trip for them man. The 80's hair and Denim jeans and uptight waistbelts. Oh dear oh dear. I have a very strong urge to get my hair permed in remembrance of the 1980's. My dad got his hair permed, a very slight ting in the 1980's too so I'll just follow his lead. Apparently my friend says it'll make me look more fat so I'm thinking of growing this hair till April and lose some of my chubchub, then get my permed. TELL ME I'M NOT SCREWING IT UP AM I? </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #999999; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I was really ashamed about my marks, especially to Dr Qaiser. He's a Malik. Also, I haven't told my parents. So ashamed but deserving. I'm so sleepy and I have five histories to write but thank God they're not due tomorrow but due on Monday. GLAYD.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #999999; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">So I slept meanwhile typing this post and my Khala is up here from England and she's got diarrhea. Major kind and I think I'll have to go stay with her. I'm so fat. It is saddening and sickening. Like seriously. x_x</span><br />
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<span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">On another note, I failed my KUB module. I guess I should study Rheumatology big time. Dr. Qaiser is leaving. He's an amazing facilitator. The best to be honest! (Y) One sgd I look forward too! </span><br />
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<span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I'm such a 1980's wannabe, it's a shame. I wish I was born then. Born in New York. Oh my. Dreams could come true. But only in another world, otherwise I would've been worse than I am now.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #e69138;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">A t20 match between India and Pakistan is supposed to start in the next 5 minutes and the electricity of my house is gone. Bullocks. </span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Time to study Pharmacology. <3 nbsp="nbsp" span="span"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I love Rashiqa. </span></3></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Salman Khan looks relatively sexy in this picture but that pink pocha around his neck looks so gayyyyy!</span>sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12098119723808028869noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3072586115141622075.post-16366498164933996502012-12-16T20:50:00.000+03:002012-12-16T20:54:13.857+03:00Alhamdulilah<span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Today we went to Murree more like Barian to play in the snow. It was a splendid trip. We had pakoray and savour for food with pepsi. Khawi bhai threw me on the snow and I think the muscles of my left hand suffered a concussion. We had a snow fight and it was really fun alhamdulilah. Today I realized your family is not just the immediate but it's everybody around you. I missed Zoha too much today. It's been almost a month since she passed away and I miss her face. Her hair and her smile. It melted my heart.</span><br />
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sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12098119723808028869noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3072586115141622075.post-59753768077370879612012-10-06T16:25:00.002+03:002012-12-31T23:17:20.261+03:00Whore Speaks<span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">This blog is going to be pretty ranty from now on I suppose but who's to blame then- Me? Anyway, I have an exam and I probably fractured my right distal forearm. I'm probably to be blamed. Getting married can fuck itself and I don't even want babies to be honest. I'm doing my Gyne/Obs rotations this month and it's not gross but the belly gets all hairy. Really hairy if you're an Asian. Anywho, besides that they put up ganday injections and blood samples. Too many pins and needles for a small soul of my kind. So who cares? I can fix myself. I've kept up with so much shit and demands that this I deserved. Should've let go when I had the chance. I don't need advises because I always defy those advises that I should be following. So what if I have the worst week of my life? I have my birthday coming up and maybe I'll feel special that day and maybe I'll not stay in my room. So what if I have the worst week of my life? I'll start going to PIMS to do stuff. I'll go to that class next Sunday inshaAllah and I'll go to Faisalabad on Eid. InshaAllah. I'll be fine. Hopefully. I am not getting married. Struggling to be a good doctor to support my parents. InshaAllah.</span>sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12098119723808028869noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3072586115141622075.post-7494808694926397662012-09-19T12:36:00.001+03:002012-09-19T12:38:38.958+03:002.37 1.1 19.9.12<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12098119723808028869noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3072586115141622075.post-55651057397674815462012-09-17T15:29:00.001+03:002012-09-17T15:29:31.798+03:00Shades of Whiskeys<span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I'm coming to get you. Such intriguing yet domineering words to say to somebody. Yet, sounding so nice giving your heart that gush of beats and increasing the sympathetic stimulation on your pacemaker. Action potentials being generated so fast, not enough time to go back to the resting potentials before another is stimulated. While all that occurs, I'd just want to pee. My bladder has the most awkwardest 'fight or flight' phenomenon. </span>sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12098119723808028869noreply@blogger.com0