Battery low

There’s this moment around 9pm when my brain just… stops. Like someone unplugged it. I’ve been staring at the same page about cardiac rhythms for twenty minutes now, and I’m pretty sure the words are just swimming around at this point.

Battery low

Jake keeps offering to make me coffee, but honestly? I think I’m past the point where caffeine can save me. This is that special kind of tired that only comes from getting up at 5:30 for clinical rotations and then trying to cram three chapters of pathophysiology into whatever’s left of your evening brain cells.

Study session reality check.

The textbooks are winning tonight. I can practically hear them laughing at me from their fortress of highlighted pages and sticky notes. Tomorrow’s another early morning, but right now I’m calling it. Sometimes surrender is the smartest strategy.

At least Jake’s being sweet about it. He just brought me my favorite wool socks without me even asking. These are the moments when I remember why we work so well together – he knows when I need saving from myself.