Post V-Day

This weeks is quite possibly one of the most exausting and dreaded weeks that I have had. My uterus responded to its regular cycle of estrogen and progesterone (studying for a reproductive and endocrine test tomorrow), and inflicted pain on Sunday and Monday, enough so that I did not want to get out of bed or stay awake. But with enough meds and sleep, I eventually conquered. Whatever, it happens every month, not a big deal. Then yesterday, I was hung up on by a very rude employee at my favorite restaurant after they screwed up my order twice. I was not very happy with them. Actually, I was fuming with anger. Eventually I got somme dinner and was distracted the rest of the evening.

So what this means is that I did not get as much studying done on Monday or Tuesday (which is my fault for not studying earlier.)

On Valentine's day, I did spend it with the girls and I wore the traditional black. We talked about boys, drank wine and watched the winter Olympics. I probably should have gone back to my room to study, but that would have been too logical. Oh, and I broke a nail, low enough that it hurts.

This morning, I had an accident in my backpack (a big spill) that half ruined my notes for the rest of the week and got my neuro stuff dirty. Usually not a big deal, except today I am actually going to use them, for the first time in months. Then, according to the online tracking, my computer was supposed to have been delivered yesterday, i have not yet received. Which upsets me, because I want to play this weekend. And to top things off, I have to spend my afternoon at the hospital learning the physical exam.

Result: I won't be able to sleep tonight because I am going to be stressing about this stupid test, which if I don't pass, I am in huge danger of failing this class!! Yes, it is my fault. yes, all I am doing is bitching. And yes, complaining and whining is going to get me nowhere.