I'm in a weird place right now. Loving my classes and my research, forming great friendships and having lots of fun, going a million miles a minute, and getting totally psyched up about the future on the one hand....and on the other hand, completely down about my body, frustrated with my health, desperately wishing things could be different, and so so tired of feeling sick and broken and not right. This past Thursday I spent my entire hour with Dr. P crying, and then at 11:00 on the dot I hopped up off the couch with a "BYE DOC!", bounced off to class, and had a great day. That has pretty much been the way things are going lately: crazy mood swings, feeling relatively great sometimes and downright crummy at other times. PMS maybe? It's hard to tell when I'm PMSing these days since my period is totally out of whack.
Anyway, another crazy week coming up. Tomorrow is class 9am-4pm, and then I have to race across campus to get a poster printed...because I am presenting a poster at Big U Medical School Annual Conference downtown on Tuesday. I am super excited about this!!! I've presented posters before, but this will be my first real conference. PLUS I am really proud of our project and my poster looks cool and I can't wait to show it off. Then Wednesday I have work all day and lab at night, Thursday I have Dr. P at 10, another doctor at 11:30, class 1-3, leave class early to get a ride to the airport, and catch a flight home in order to see Dr. A on Friday. I last saw him a year ago when he prescribed the miracle fire cream, which is still largely miraculous but I think I screwed things up by overexercising through much of the winter and spring, aggravating the pain again. So, we will see what he says. So I'll see him on Friday and spend the weekend at my parents' house, then fly back to College City on Sunday night.
- I somehow managed to puncture one of the tires on my car with a screw, and drove around with it for several months. My front left tire seemed to be losing air faster than all the others for a while, but I just kept filling it over and over....until finally I decided that probably wasn't a sustainable solution and brought poor Samuel to my mechanic. Cost me $23 to get the screw pulled and the hole plugged, does that seem reasonable? I do not know cars.
- I finished the bottle of that sleep aid my mom bought me, and almost immediately I went back to being a total insomniac. I bought valerian root this time around since it was cheaper, so we'll see if that helps.
- Homeland is back tonight! #win