(Click on the picture to see the full-sized version and have the ability to gaze unrestrained-ly on the faces of my dear fellow students.)
And she’s off.
It is 10:47pm and I am finally most of the way packed.
I am scheduled to be driving out of my driveway in a little over 5 hours.
I got most of my to-do lists done! (Except for the cleaning the room part . . . but even Mom agreed that that took a lower priority than some other stuff.)
Be looking for blog posts . . . I actually managed to find the inspiration which couldn’t be ignored and there are four posts in the queue which will be posted automatically on specific days while I’m gone. I’m so intrigued by this whole automatic write-ahead posts. I think it’s grand fun to be able to do!
A very very large centipede just crawled out from under my bed. *cue whimpering* I killed it.
This past week I was out cold with a fever. I came as close to fainting during prayer at lunch as one can come to fainting without actually going down. I had a killer sore throat, and my eyes wouldn’t quit watering.
Earlier today I had no voice. I was on the verge of getting a bad cough–I could feel it in my lungs. I was sniffling as if my cat had died. My head was one big fog cloud, I felt on the verge of fainting, and my ears and sinuses were headed well on their way toward infections.
Right now I am breathing like a perfectly normal human being, I am fully cognizant in the cranial regions, my ears are working as proper ears should work, my nasal canals are working as proper nasal canals should be working, and there is no sign of infection. My voice is still slightly raspy and not working quite right, but . . . as Dad said, that’s probably more of a relief to those around me than anything else. (Thanks, Dad…I can feel the love.)
All that to say: MY GOD ANSWERS PRAYERS!
Thank You, Jesus!
…Lay your stethoscope on the abdomen very lightly. Pushing abolishes the sounds. Listen for gurgling like that of your own abdomen during the moment of silence in church after you got up late and skipped breakfast…
This is a quote from my textbook for the class I’m going to be taking for the next two weeks. It made me laugh.
I am indeed going to be leaving on Sunday for a little over two weeks. I am sojourning to the east coast where I will be involved in an extremely intensive missionary medical course (MMI). Excitement is high on the list of emotions right now–although I’m a little scared, too, because I’ve heard horror stories of nose tubes. Not that long ago a Real Live Doctor tried to put a Teeny Tiny Scope down my nose. And utterly failed. Her comment after the whole Grace-freaked-out-right-there-in-the-office ordeal: “Good luck to anyone who ever tries to put a tube down your nose.” Well, that day is about to happen.
I feel for the poor unsuspecting soul who gets to attempt it on me. They don’t know how bad my freak-out sessions can really be. Even I hadn’t realized how bad my freak-out sessions can be…
Aside from that, though, I think the class shall be smashing fun and be hugely helpful and informative.
I made a to-do list of things I needed to get done before leaving on Sunday:
- clean room
- read entire textbook
- forward emails
- get email inbox all the way to empty (currently at 119)
- figure out who is going to run my bookstore while I’m gone
- work duty assignments and table assignments for students while I’m gone
There were a few other things I added to the list here and there, but . . . as time went on, it dawned on me that something Very Important was lacking from the list.
The whole packing-before-a-trip thing had totally eluded me. It honestly did not even cross my mind. So. Three more things are now added to my list:
- find suitcase
I would also love to do some write-ahead blog posts that can be posted automatically in my two week absence (because I have *cough* so many readers who would miss me while I’m gone), but I highly doubt that will happen.
And now, I am off to clean my room. Someone stop me from procrastinating. Last time I had a huge amount of stuff I had to do in a short amount of time, I decided that it would be a perfect time to take on the project of rearranging and redecorating my room. Someone, please save me from myself.