I was back to the "real world". Nothing changed in my life. I thought it was indeed a dream. My life came back to normal. Not until a week later, my dumbass forgot to put on my hearing aids and started driving. I got into an accident and I died. I know right, what a dumb way to die. So, about the pact I made with the gods, in fact, they knew I was going to die. That is how I met my tragic death.Psyche! I fooled you didn't I? You thought you were reading a human's pov(point of view—for my beloved bad-at-abbreviations gang) nope it is me, my soul…a ghost. Anyways, now I thought "What happens now?" As if this wasn't tragic enough… I was told that I had to redo med school ( I didn't even grieve over my death as much as when I heard this news). Apparently , ghosts are not the same as humans after they die. What I thought was my mysterious part time "dream" job became my "real life" job (#lamejokereusage).
