My stomach is churning.
My mind is spinning and my body is aching from the tensed muscles.
Welcome back, Señor Stress. You have not been missed.
My exam is on Saturday. I figured out that to have covered everything in time, I'd have to be covering at least 3 body systems a day, when I'm averaging at like 1.3. So, yes, and now I'm wasting further time by doing this to let off some steam. Go team.
Well, I realised that I was wrong about the fee for the tafe course. It's a long story, but in essence I'd have to pay over $1000. So there goes that idea. But, it's okay. Now I don't have to worry as much about finding the money for my uniform, fun little nursey tools, my first aid certificate, rent, food.... and so on.
So we pick ourselves up, we dust ourselves off, we convince ourselves we don't care anyway, and we go on.
Oh, it also turns out that I've managed to add dysthymia to my collection of diagnoses. Again: Go team. The doctor wants me back on my meds, but I can't afford them. I forget how much it is, but at 2 tablets a day, they go pretty fast. I already can't afford to do anything, without trying to accommodate for filling prescriptions every other time I get paid.
I'm actually mildly surprised that he didn't force a referral on me like he did a couple of months ago. Not that I actually wound up seeing that psychologist, but that's neither here nor there.
Bleh I'm all whiney today, it's annoying me. So anyway, back to my discovery of the workings of the pancreas and marveling at histological pictures of chondrocytes. Oh hells yeah..
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