Blogs are such a thing in the past, aren't they, but I guess i don't care. I just wanted to write today. Just now. And btw, I still like blogs. I wanted to be more incognito or reach more or something when I decided or felt that I should write in english. It is not my first language, as you can see. Not even a second. I am a nurse. I love my profession. Often I love my job. Sometimes it's just a job. I could have gladly became a lawyer or a professional runner (whoaha), but I stumbled upon nursing, and here I am, and wouldn't have it any other way. I work in a ICU, with some years in medical and surgical floors in university hospital. My ICU sees medical and surgical patients of all kinds, and covid, too. I am 31. OLD. I decline to feel bad about it. But I guess I do. I have a lot of things in my past. They bother me. My past. Not gonna talk about it now. But it makes me sad to be so old, when so many years went by with half a life, or something. But I am a...