Naomi

Oh boy.

Church made me cry today.

It was all about Naomi and Ruth and how dedicated Ruth was to Naomi and how that resembles Jesus's dedication to us, but that wasn't what made me cry.

What made me cry was how Naomi became so bitter when she felt like her life was falling apart. And all I could think was I'm Naomi right now.

I don't want to be Naomi.

I don't like being bitter.

I know that God is good and God provides and God loves me more than I can ever comprehend, but I am sad and frustrated and a little bit mad and I can't pretend I'm not. Because pretending takes energy that I don't have.

Jesus, help me.

Not what I need right now.

Safe to say, my depression is kicking into high gear over the anxiety that though numerous people are sharing my fundraiser, pretty much no one seems to be donating to it.

I couldn't muster the energy to get out of bed today.

I really don't have time for this. But it is what it is.

Thanking God that I have a psychiatry medicine appointment on Monday.

Nothing day.

Sleep.

Netflix.

Leftovers.

More sleep.

Friday.

A Sister Thanksgiving. And I need your help.

Today was really really great.

Holly and I slept until 3 in the afternoon. Mostly because we stayed up half the night watching stuff on TV that really could have waited but didn't. But then she started cooking and I laid here but helped her when she needed me and when I could with one arm. We watched The Daily Show with Jon Stewart and Gilmore Girls while that went on.

It was all done by 6:30. We had chicken, asparagus, garlic mashed potatoes and stuffed mushrooms. And it was very delicious and reminiscent of meals by Mom.

We watched more Gilmore Girls until the Seahawks/49ers game and then proceeded to watch the Seahawks kick 49er tail.

After that, I took a shower while Holly did the dishes.

And then, she introduced me to Frozen. That was certainly...interesting, to say the least. All I can think right now is "Do you want to build a snowmaaaaaaan?!" But so fitting to have a sisterly love movie when it's just the two of us here. I was feeling kind of down and homesick yesterday being here for the holiday, but today turned out really great, and I'm super thankful for Holly's effort into the meal.

But here's how I need your help. After talking it over with my mom, I have decided to set up an online fundraiser to raise money to go towards next semester's tuition. The internet can be a powerful source, and I really feel out of options here. Please read my story, donate as much as you can, and spread the word, and if you can't donate, just pray that God will get this to the people who can help me. Thank you in advance. Here's the link:

http://www.youcaring.com/tuition-fundraiser/help-mallory-go-to-grad-school/269861

If it didn't hurt so bad, it'd be AFV worthy.

So, um, OUCH.

I've been doing so well taking care of myself while the roommate has been at class/in the library and Holly's been at work, especially considering my right arm has so much nerve damage and my left arm is still strapped to my stomach.

Well, that ended today.

Holly bought Chinese food on Monday night because she was craving egg drop soup for her sore throat. Of course there were plenty of leftovers. So today, I decided to heat up the rest of the chicken and vegetables. I accidentally heated it a little too much - mistake numero uno.

I went to sit down. The plate slipped, and then there was scalding hot Chinese food and soy sauce all over me. It was so hot that I immediately tried to get up, but with the messed up footrest and my sling, getting up isn't a very easy process so I was sort of scooting out but also freaking out because it was SO HOT.

You know what happened next, as if this wasn't unfortunate enough? Well, you see, the right arm/side of my recliner has been messed up ever since the chair got warped in the storage unit summer of 2013 when the unit flooded. So it's been loose, but the chair still worked fine. Well, with me, a big girl, freaking out trying desperately to stand up and get out of the chair, it broke. And when the arm fell out, it really broke. Like completely fell over. And when the arm fell over, since the arm is connected to the whole wooden side of the chair, the whole chair collapsed. So I almost fell on the floor in my messy disaster.

Luckily, the arm didn't totally separate from the chair, so when I got up, I was able to stand the chair back up, but needless to say I won't be sitting in it for a while. Our super is incredibly handy, so we're going to ask him after Thanksgiving, like Friday, if he can maybe drill in some screws to hold it in place or something. I don't know, we'll see. If not, I may just resort to duct tape until I can afford a new recliner because a) I love that recliner and b) sleeping in my bed with this sling really hurts because I can't turn over and c) this couch is not very comfortable.

But hey, at least I only got two small burns out of the whole ordeal, one on my stomach and one on my thigh. It could have been a lot worse.

As if I didn't have enough aches and pains.

I have to wear this sling with my arm totally strapped to me until December 15th. As you might imagine, having your arm in that position all the time makes everything tense up. And when everything tenses up and stays tense for an extended period, it makes muscles hurt very badly.

So that's why I woke up today feeling like someone was sitting on my chest. The muscles across my collar bone and the top of my chest were a mess all day today. Loads of fun.

Tonight was the DWTS finale. I have loved Alfonso Ribeiro since the Fresh Prince years, but seeing him dance on this show has made me love him even more. He was my second favorite of the season, so if my favorite had to land in 3rd place, I'm glad he won.

So. Ferguson.

So many things could be said, but anything I want to say has already been said and often more eloquently than I ever could, so I'll just say that I think an injustice was done, and my prayers are with Michael Brown's family, the people of Ferguson, and everyone in the black community who feels betrayed by the decision that came out. Romans 12:15 says weep with those who weep, and my heart breaks for those who live in a constant state of fear and a feeling of "less-than". I can't imagine.

On a rare occasion, I'm keeping my mouth shut. The whole thing makes my head and hurt ache.

I went to my post-op today, and things are fine, as I expected. I then went to the health center and got medication for my rash, and it helped even after only one use which was awesome. They wanted to set me up with NYU's dermatologist, but I decided to wait and see if this steroid cream takes care of it, which it seems to be, so yay.

Drained

Thought I would update. I still don't have total feeling back in my left hand, so it will be short because this is hard.

I haven't done anything except sleep and ice my shoulder and watch TV since Tuesday. I'm bored and lonely. Thank God for the church friends who have stopped by for a few minutes.

The Percocet has terribly messed up my stomach. This is why I asked for Vicodin.

Having my arm strapped to me is very inconvenient.

The sling has given me a rash.

But other than that, I think I'm where I'm supposed to be.

I'm very drained, but hopefully that will get better soon.

Football football football.

Even when you have surgery on a very small, confined area, it seems to drain the energy out of your entire body. At least it does for me.

So today, I basically lived in my recliner again and watched football game after football game after football game.

And it was awesome.

I love football.

I didn't even know how football worked until Holly joined the NC State marching band, so my how things change.

I also happen to be a really big fan of my recliner.

And sometimes you hate pain meds.

So if stomach issues are TMI for you, stop reading.

I got hungry about 2 am this morning, so Holly heated me up the end of the pizza.

About 30 minutes after that, I started violently puking because my stomach got backed up.

This is why I asked the hospital for Vicodin instead of Percocet, but they insisted on giving me Percocet anyway and I was too out of it to fight them.

My stomach got cleaned out temporarily, but I'm gonna definitely need meds to make sure what happened this morning does not happen again.

Because that. was. awful.

On the upside, I got to see Betsy who brought me a delicious homemade pasta dish.

Always good enough for TGIT.

What's better when you're in pain and recovering from surgery than good television?

And there is no good television like the trio of Grey's Anatomy, Scandal, and How to Get Away With Murder.

Justin brought me pizza. I watched a lot of television. And I slept.

That's about all you can ask for.

My church fam is awesome.

This night, Cathy, Awilda, and Ken came over and brought me fried chicken.

It was delicious.

I don't remember much else about today because, as you can imagine, it involved a lot of sleeping and pain meds and ice and not much else.

I am fine.

Thought you should know.

Short on answers, not love.

So um, yeah. Unless some miracle happens and Mom or I find someone who would be willing and qualify to cosign my student loan for the spring, it looks like I'll be taking a semester off. I found a private loan place that I think can help me next year provided I get a job after I get back from Christmas break in NC, but that does no good for me in terms of the spring semester. It's the last thing I want in regards to this program, but I'm running out of options. I called every private loan place NYU sent me numbers for. But I'll talk about that some other time because if I do it now, I'm going to start crying again, and I sobbed for like two straight hours this afternoon, so I'm emotionally drained.

In other news, it's finally the day before surgery!!! Hallelujah and PRAISE JESUS. I am so ready for tomorrow, I can't even tell you.

But y'all know me. How many surgeries have I been through in the almost six years since I started this blog? (Holy cow. It'll be six years in February.) I always get nervous the night before. I don't know why, other than surgeries are scary no matter how many times you go through the whole process. Which is why I want to talk about the good things in my day today: Pastor Ben/my church family, Clayton and Austin.

Pastor Ben set up a meal page so people from church can bring me food or have it delivered while I'm down and out recovering in the apartment, mostly by myself since the roommate will be in class or the library a lot and Holly works so much. How sweet is that? I hope people sign up, because it's going to be hard to make myself food, at least in this first week until my post-op appointment.

Clayton FaceTimed me for about 45 minutes tonight, and for once I got to help him instead of just him helping me (like it usually is, honestly). I don't know that I'd be who I am or where I am without his guidance and friendship and I am so lucky that we can talk about the deep stuff and pray for each other just as easily as we can laugh together. God's presence always feels very real to me when I leave our conversations. I love how that whole "where two or more are gathered" thing even works over FaceTime. :)

And Austin. Oh Austin. He can be so scatterbrained sometimes, but he called me just before midnight (as I was chowing down on some crackers and water before I had to go NPO at midnight) and there's just something about who he is as a person and friend that makes me feel so much more calm. The title of tonight's post actually comes from my conversation with him, because he said that if he could do or say something to fix my school funding issues, he would in a heartbeat, and I replied, "Oh I know. I have several people who would do it in a heartbeat. I'm not short on love, just short on answers." Which is very true. I am quite loved, and no matter how hopeless certain situations can seem, that is always something to be thankful for. I can't wait to see Austin in January.

So yeah, tonight, despite the awful afternoon and the stress weighing on me, I'm choosing to focus on the love I know is out there for me, even from hundreds of miles away. That's a blessing from God, no matter what else is going on.

Oh, and I also need to focus on my response paper. I have to get that in before I leave for the hospital. The work, it never ends. :p

Adieu to you and you and you.

You know what feels like the world's biggest tease? Getting an almost $1200 check in the mail and then later finding out that it's because instead of directly paying the FDNY EMS people, your health insurance sent the check for the bill to you and expected you to forward it. Because that makes so much mores sense than just paying them directly.

Then again, I probably should have known that something was up since, ya know, people aren't exactly in the habit of sending me money for no reason.

Today was lovely. Since I slept so much yesterday from feeling so awful, after I blogged, I got the outline for my UN paper done so I can turn that in tomorrow. Then I laid in bed and did crossword puzzles for several hours until I fell asleep. I'm talking, like, I saw 4:45 this morning. And somehow, I still woke up long before my alarm went off for church.

Church was as fantastic as ever. I love those people, plain and simple. And it's easy to see how much they care for me, as well.

After church, I came home and ate. Hallelujah, I can keep food down today.

Then I started to watch the 49ers vs Giants game (because I can only see Niners games now if they're playing a New England team, it seems. Boo.) but fell asleep.

I woke up several hours later, ate a little something more, and then worked on some snail mail. Because sometimes instead of just working yourself like crazy, you need to do something you enjoy. And I wanted to respond to the friends who have sent me cards recently before I have surgery since I don't know when I'll be handwriting anything after that.

I got the questions for my History class sent in. Tomorrow all I'll have to do is the response paper, but since I don't have to be at the hospital super early and I don't usually sleep much the night before surgery anyway, I should have plenty of time.

Now, I think I'm going to go see if Holly will help me make some Ramen and then go to bed.

As if being a girl wasn't hard enough.

Any female will tell you that "that time of the month" is absolutely awful.

For me, it can be even more so because of my hormone issues from having my thyroid taken out.

But to take all the "fun" that this time involves and add vomiting up everything I put into my mouth today on top of it just seems cruel.

At least I know it's not some stomach virus I'm coming down with or something because of the timing, which means provided this isn't still happening on Tuesday, surgery will be fine. And in months past when this has happened it's only been a day or two out of the whole week.

But yeah. That was Saturday. Thanking God for the rest I managed to get in between all the nastiness. I sure hope I feel better tomorrow so I can make it to church.

And God, it would be really, really awesome if this whole "time" would end before Tuesday, because I don't even want to think about dealing with it with my good arm totally out of use and while feeling awful from surgery. Please? Thanks.

Brrrr.

I went to bed at 10:30 because I was tired.

I skipped blogging because I was tired.

I didn't fall asleep until 1:45 because I have the insomnia gene and it SUCKS. Thanks, Mom.

I had a meeting with my UN professor in the morning to talk about my final paper, and I feel like I have a good plan for that now. The only not good part is that I promised him I'd have an outline for him by Monday, which is one more thing on my weekend schedule that I HAVE to get done before surgery. The good news is that I don't have to be at the hospital until 12:30 Tuesday.

In the afternoon/evening, I had mental therapy and then physical therapy. That was...as expected, I guess. I really like the woman who does my physical therapy. She's super sweet. I won't be going back to her for a few weeks because I have to wait and get a new "post-surgical referral" from my doctor for insurance purposes.

It's freezing cold here now. New York winter is coming quickly. At the end of physical therapy, I sit with this giant ice pack on my shoulder for 10 minutes. You know what happens when you cover your shoulder and upper arm in an ice pack and then walk out into 37 degree temperatures? A portion of your body will actually feel warm and toasty while the rest of you feels like it's going to grow icicles at any moment. Loads of fun, I tell ya.

Who wants to take bets on when I get to experience my first NYC snow? :)

So. Thursday.

I woke up at noon.

Noon.

Ate lunch.

Went to class.

Gave a presentation which I ROCKED. Which is hilarious because I thought I had messed it up, but my professor emailed me my grade tonight and I got all the points so yay!

After class, came back and walked to the pharmacy for my thyroid med and the grocery store for some ground beef.

Came home and collapsed in my recliner from all the walking.

Got up and made tacos.

Sat back down and watched Jeopardy, Wheel of Fortune, and my regular Thursday night TV.

Took the trash out.

Took a hot shower.

And now, somehow I feel ready to collapse in bed even though I've only been awake for twelve hours. So much so I sat here for like five minutes before I could even figure out what to say.

Am I getting old?  Who am I kidding, I've been old.

Also, the roommate and I made up finally. Yay.

Thursday is done.

5 days to surgery.

Is that the angels I hear singing?

Nope, just me.

Me celebrating because I FINALLY!!!!!! got all set for surgery. I went to my physical today with my primary care doctor which was my last hurdle to jump, and I have a copy of the paper that she signed stating that I am "optimized" for surgery.

About. Freaking. Time. This almost 3 months of constant awful pain has been long enough.

The rest of the day has been class, killing time between class and my physical at McDonalds on my phone, buying a notebook in order to start studying my Bible, catching up on a TV show I missed last night because of my way-early bedtime, hanging out at Spiegel to avoid the roommate who is still being awful, television, and then prepping for a presentation tomorrow.

Can someone explain how I got more than the recommended amount of sleep and I'm still so dang tired?

On to tomorrow. 6 days to surgery.

I must have been really tired.

Because one minute, I'm watching my soccer boys in the tournament quarterfinals online around 7:30 pm,

and the next thing I know, it's almost 1 am and I wake up in my bed.

I seriously have no idea how that happened.

Tuesday was good.

I got my neurology clearance! One step closer to surgery.

And then I went to my hospital pre-testing, which was absurdly simple.

But yeah, no blog on time this day because I passed out cold way too early.

What else am I supposed to do?

If I didn't know that I took my anxiety medication this morning, I'd think I had forgotten it because, man, I have been a mess all day today.

And then "it" finally showed up and it all made sense.

But in the process I've had a crappy and emotional day culminating in a fight with the roommate who now won't speak to me. I had to resort to sticking a letter under her door in an attempt to apologize. And I cried, even though I don't think I'm the only one at fault and she still won't speak to me even though in my note I attempted to give her what I thought she was asking for. But if I apologized and she is still mad or whatever, is there anything else I can do?

I hate hormones.

I'm also not really a fan of having a roommate I only met when she moved in. Roommates in general are really hard, but I feel like it would have been easier if either Holly or I had known the person that moved in with us. But we have year leases, so I guess I'm just going to have to suck it up and deal with it and pray she moves out in August.

And tomorrow I have my redo neurology and hospital clearances for surgery, and so I have the added stress on me of trying not to worry that yet another surprise will be thrown at me and my surgery will be delayed again. Ridiculous, maybe, but it's what's in my head.

The one perk of the day is that my UN professor told us we don't have to do reading reviews for the rest of the semester, which eases my workload schedule a good deal. So there's a positive, I guess.

For those I love, I will sacrifice.

That line is actually a song lyric, but I first saw it when a picture of a wounded soldier in a war hospital went viral because he had that tattooed on his side and the...irony, I guess, of it all was too much for the world to pass over.

It's in my head tonight because I said it to a friend who said that what I was offering to do for him was too much. Even though he could use the help. I told him I consider him family, and for the people that I love, I will always sacrifice my own comfort (like sleep) in order to help them out if they need me. And there have been several times when people have found that absolutely baffling, that I was willing to sacrifice something for them. And the fact that it baffles them, well, baffles me.

This isn't me looking for people to tell me how awesome I am. It's just me trying to wrap my head around the fact that we're a society that gets confused when people sacrifice something of themselves to do kind things for someone else. In fact, I know I'm guilty of it, too. How many times have I said that I don't understand how my friends can give and give to me and not expect anything in return? A LOT, I know that much.

I want to do what I can to help people even if it costs me something. Or at least I try to, sometimes I don't always get it right. I truly never feel more fulfilled than when I get the chance to do it. Maybe that's selfish. But really, I think that it's just a mere glimpse of the greatest Sacrifice that I know. I have to remind myself every day, every time I feel so dirty and unworthy, that Jesus came to save me even when God knew just how dirty and unworthy I am. I serve the most selfless Savior. He sacrificed everything for people who may or may nor have ever come to love Him. So how can I not want to do the same for people when I am on the same level and just as broken as them?

Anyway, don't really know where I'm going with this, for once. Just putting it out there to say that I pray that God continues to grow me in such a way that I willingly give more and more of myself and my comforts to give to others.

Maybe I'd sleep less if I had a less comfortable bed.

Guess we'll never know. ;)

I definitely need to talk to neurology guy on Tuesday because ever since he upped my meds by 600 mg a day I've been feeling even way more run down and fatigued than I did before.

I did a lot of sleeping today, but at least once I woke up, I've been moderately productive getting stuff done for Monday.

The upside is that I'll definitely be forcing myself to get up for church tomorrow, so hopefully I can avoid a nap and get some serious work done. Because at least my Monday professor gives us right up until class time to get our stuff done. And I've already got a general idea of what I can write about for this week.

Since sleep and reading pretty much sums up my Saturday, I need to get back to reading. Hopefully I will get one more article (20 pages) read before I go to bed.

Because somehow I'm still tired.

Sigh. Medications keeps me alive and yet drains every ounce of energy I have. Talk about a paradox.

It's strange to use "only" and "concussion" in the same sentence.

So, good news is I only seem to have a mild concussion from Wednesday, which would be enough to cause the memory issues I've had since I hit my head. I was thankful to actually get checked out, since the ER didn't do anything except clean up the area of my head and seal the wound and tell me to go home.

And then I came home and fell asleep for several hours because I didn't sleep much last night. Probably because I'd slept all day from the awful pain from the hit. And also because I ran out of Vicodin that allowed me to sleep through my shoulder pain on Monday.

When I woke up, I went and got my new set of keys from my super (hooray! that man is awesome, seriously), checked my box and found a Vicodin prescription that my surgeon sent me to get me to surgery because I can't get a pain management place to call me back. Then I went to the pharmacy. I got that filled, and found out that even though my primary care said she was sending in a Levothyroxine prescription when I left her office today because my endocrine doctor is now on medical leave so I can't get it from her she actually didn't send it in, but luckily I still have a few more pills. I also bought an ice pack that the pharmacist said would be excellent for my shoulder surgery and an Ace bandage type thing just in case the strap that is on the ice pack doesn't work, because that's happened to me before. Then I went to Supper for some lemon pasta because, well, it's lemon pasta and since I had all my keys now, my roommate didn't have to wait around to make sure I could get back in the apartment.

I came back and got caught up in random TV shows for several hours. The roommate made a cake for absolutely no reason. Holly came home and we watched John Oliver and The Big Bang Theory. I probably should have been reading stuff for Monday, but oh well. My head seems to finally be healing from Wednesday, so I might actually be able to focus on reading something tomorrow. That's seemed pretty impossible the past few days.

I really hope my blog takes a more positive tone soon. I feel like I've had nothing but bad news for a while now and I don't like it. Sorry for being such a downer, but I'm doing my best.

In other news, how about that Shonda Rhimes?!

Lesson learned: Must be more careful, at least when my scalp is involved.

I have had a splitting headache for the vast majority of the day. Like the couldn't move kind.

And when I could move, it was only to go sit in the recliner and watch The Big Bang Theory, Grey's Anatomy, Scandal, and How to Get Away With Murder for several hours, and finally manage to take a shower to wash all the blood and goop out of my hair.

This may have been a small cut, but oh my goodness, I had forgotten what it felt like to actually cringe when massaging shampoo into your hair. And even though the cut is on the left side of the top, it hurts everywhere. Which I can only assume is due to bruising on my scalp from the hit.

I'm a little concerned by the fact that I'm having a lot of trouble remembering things, but I'm sure it's probably nothing.

But yeah, that pretty much sums up my Thursday.

Oh, that and I got to help one of my soccer brothers find sources for his English paper. I told him I was happy to help and that being in political science, you get a lot of practice at digging for paper sources. Which is totally true. Besides, it took me like 20 minutes to find all the information he needed, and that was while watching Scandal. Why not help? :)

All I'm doing tomorrow is going to get the cut checked to make sure it's healing okay, but Holly has been kind enough to put Neosporin on it a couple times, and she says it's looking good, so that should be fine.

Sleep time. Yay.

Your medical lesson for the day, kids.

Heads? They can bleed a LOT. Even when the cut is very shallow and small. Ask me how I know.

Oh who am I kidding. You know I'm going to tell you. Consider this the latest chapter in the saga of "Stupid things Mal does to injure herself."

I went to the bathroom before class this morning. The stalls in this bathroom are pretty small, but I've gotten used to them. My phone fell out of my pocket when I pulled my pants up, so I bent over to pick it up. And when I came back up, I guess I totally misjudged just how small the stall is, because WHACK! I came up and slammed my head straight into the metal lock with some pretty decent momentum. I stood up completely and just rested on the wall of the stall for a second, because at first, I thought I had just knocked it so hard that it made me a little dizzy. And then I felt something running down my cheek. I reached my hand up to wipe it, hoping it was sweat, because I was warm, but nope, it was bright red.

I got out of the stall and rushed to rip a paper towel out of the machine. Getting more lightheaded by the second, I stumbled out into the hall which is thankfully next to a common area where a few students were working and said, "I'm bleeding. Can you help me?" I sort of collapsed against the wall, and they rushed over. I never lost consciousness, thank the Lord, but I sure felt like I was going to. One guy got me a crap load of more paper towels, one girl got the stuff from my room, and this guy named Mike squatted right in front of me to keep me focused and help me slow my breathing down, because I was kind of freaked. Especially considering I bled through at least 8-10 paper towels by the time the EMTs got there.

But when they did get there, it had pretty much stopped bleeding. I was told I was "awesome" for knowing to put pressure on it. I thought that was just common sense, to put pressure on something that's bleeding to make it stop, but you know, okay, cool, thanks.

I didn't find out until I got to the hospital that it's actually a rather superficial, small laceration. Go figure. My scalp is bruised around the cut, which is not surprising in the least, but other than those two things, I'm fine. I just have to deal with a splitting headache for a while.

Also another lesson? I may never describe a migraine as "stabbing" ever again, because I never truly understood what stabbing felt like until this.

Oh boy. My life is just one big bucket of entertainment, isn't it?

Hey, at least I live in a blue state now.

So um yeah....it was election day.

A very painful election for my Democrat heart.

But some humor for me was found in the people who bombarded me with "Impeach Obama. Live longer." posters with complimentary Hitler mustaches when all I was trying to do was get to a doctor appointment. Like literally walking up to me shoving them at me. All I could do was laugh because anyone who uses "Impeach Obama and increase your life expectancy" as a baiting tool is hilariously terrifying.

The rest of the day was music, watching and cringing at election results, and up working late on my paper for my Civil War class. A simple day.

All I'll say is this: two years is a very short time, my friends.

I'm too old for this.

And by "this", I mean waking up just after 7:00 am, because my body decided to skip the last half hour of sleep I could get, and still being awake past 2:30 am, because starting to do laundry at 10:30 at night and then watching episodes of Last Week Tonight with John Oliver when we got home from the laundromat seemed like a really smart plan for Holly and me. Ha!

Let's see there was class. My professor was almost 40 minutes late, but luckily he warned us last week that would probably happen because

we had our exam today. The only exam of the class. I think I did okay. I feel good about 2 of the 3 essays. It felt eerily similar to essay exams from Thornton or Schroeder back at Campbell.

Then I went to McDonald's and ate lunch and read one of my Civil War articles until

therapy time. Nothing like getting confronted by someone who's only spent a couple hours with you about your problem of attracting broken people because you want to fix them to humble you real quick like.

Then I came home.

I tried to read some more but decided to take a nap.

Then my nap got ruined.

I tried to read again.

Ate dinner.

Took a shower.

Holly finally woke up.

We got distracted by Dancing with the Stars.

And then John Oliver.

And then finally laundry. We both needed to do it very badly.

And then Gotham while we, or rather she folded.

And then more John Oliver. "Cranberries taste like what raspberries drink before their colonoscopy." You can thank John Oliver for that image now in your head.

And that's how I ended up blogging at 2:45 am.

Good thing I don't have to be anywhere for another 12 hours because I need sleep and plan to sleep hard.

Well, this is unusual.

I feel prepared for my test tomorrow.

AND I have my paper for my History class done and turned in two days ahead of time.

I'm not quite sure how this happened.

But you know what? I'm just going to go with it and say THANK YA JESUS.

Now I can go to sleep.

And I have three days to get my paper, presentation, and other reading done for Thursday.

And I can take time on Tuesday to call some private loan people and not feel guilty about taking away from school work time.

Also, a little extra lesson of the day to remember for the future: if one of my earbuds sounds like it seems to be dying, it's probably not a wiring problem. I probably just need to clean the earwax out of it. #ewwgross

Such was my Sunday.

That's all, folks!

Halloween Recovery

So last night, I tried to upload the pictures to my computer, and my computer died again.  So I had to make another Apple Store appointment on my phone, and the only one they had until Monday afternoon was 10:00 this morning. Well, since I have an exam on Monday and all my notes for the exam are on this computer, I knew which option I had to take.

So yeah. I fell asleep somewhere around 4:30. I got up at 8:00, tried to eat a little bit but was so nauseous I didn't push it, and took a shower. I left to the Apple store in time for my appointment. Went to the bank and got the November rent check. Came back and went to the deli for soda and crackers.

Oh and did I mention it was raining for all of this? Yeah. So add an umbrella to my heavy computer case, purse, and my arm in a sling.

By the time I got home, I could tell my blood sugar was very low, so I forced myself to eat some crackers and drink some soda, despite the fact that every bite and sip seemed to make my nausea worse.

And then I slept.

And now I'm going to lay here and watch the newest episode of Criminal Minds and probably go back to sleep.

Being nauseous is one of the feelings I hate the most, but man, last night was worth it.