One of the more amusing things about working here is that, for one of their classes, medical assisting students need to practice taking vital signs. So they wander the building, looking for guniea pigs. I've had my temperature, pulse, and blood pressure taken half a dozen times in the last month. This morning, I had just drunk a mouthful of hot tea when the student took my temperature. She was rather alarmed at the high reading before I explained.
It does have its advantages, though. Yesterday I scraped my heel on the cart I use to haul books around (I make other people lift the boxes onto the cart, I promise). Within moments, my wound had been cleaned, dried, and carefully bandaged by one of the teachers. If you need first aid, surrounded by allied health students and professionals is not a bad place to be.
My head has been in my story all morning. I got up very early to add some bits to it, then went back to sleep for awhile. When I woke up again, I had this idea that I could complete the final edit, but I ran into trouble and then had to leave. I keep working through what's left in my head, and it's very frustrating that I can't make the corrections as they come to me.