My pharm 3 professor hates me. . . .And I hate him right back!!!
Ok, hate is a very strong, very wrong emotion, but I don’t know what else to express. I helped out a couple of students today in Pharm lab, and when he found out, he wrote a red, huge ZERO on my lab report. That’s right. I stood there, helping others as I did my own work, and I was punished for it! If you ask me, those two that I helped should have gotten the zeros–they copied my data number for number out of my lab book! I actually cried over this. I worked through the entire lab and I got a zero. I helped people and I got a zero. Fifteen points that I will never get back.
This is the part where Matt would tell me something that would make me feel better, how well I’ll bounce back, and how I gotta do my assignments and ‘go for it!’ But Matt isn’t here anymore. I ride to school alone. I wander the buildings alone. I sit through lectures alone, scribbling notes on my tear-stained notebooks. I then ride home alone. I can’t gather the strength to do my assignments. I went for coffee the other day and had to leave the coffee shop because the memories were bringing tears to my eyes.
On a good note, Darren is doing excellent in the “normal” class.
My blood sugar is still in the mid-80s/low-90s. I am going to the doctor about this tomorrow. I haven’t been eating right since I went on my crash diet. I’m going through changes that aren’t good. I’ve taken out many of my piercings–ears, nose, and I’ve looked into getting my stamps removed. I’m just not into it anymore. 
I will be happy again. I know it!
Tomorrow I have a contest planned, so all you music lovers out there, be prepared!
I need to vent.
I have an extremely big assignment to do and have ready to turn in by tomorrow and I haven’t even begun to do it. Why? Yesterday I was sick. I’m still sick today, but today I was feeling better than yesterday, so it was assumed that I had nothing better to do than be housewife and do a week’s worth of chores in the five hours that have passed since I woke up.
Shall I list what I had to do?
(after this is some serious venting, so if you’re offended by that, scroll on down to the widget or click off my blog. It’s rated PG, but there’s no intended profanity)
First, Dennis left me a little hint that the sheets needed changed on the bed when I made it this afternoon. Not by telling me, but by turning off the desktop, hiding my pharmacy text book and leaving a stack of clean sheets on the desk. He said he was sick of sleeping on those “nasty” sheets. Ok. Oh, and the remote was down behind the bed, could I get it for him before football? Fine. I made the bed. I changed the sheets. I got the remote out from behind the bed, and found a sheet of my stickers from Chloe’s birthday party down behind there. Anyone want some slightly used Stick-O Rounds?
I got my book back. I was reading the intro to the chapter when Dennis came back and asked where the clean dishes were. There were no clean bowls in the cupboard. Could I wash some before I started my assignment? I smiled and said the dishes in the dishwasher were clean–all he had to do was open the door and get a clean bowl. Rather than do that, he asked me why they weren’t put away and left the room. Every three minutes he called out that he was starving. Alright. I put the dishes away. I re-loaded the dishwasher and turned it on. I fixed him a snack. He’s parked at the desk top, the TV is off, my downloads are on hold, and he’s watching YouTube news. WTF? I asked if there was anything else I could do. Yeah–he needs clean clothes, oh, and the garbage needs taken out, and could I re-stock the bathroom? We’re low on toilet paper and there are no clean towels hanging up by the tub. What ever is he going to dry off on or wipe his butt with?
I almost suggested he bring the dog into the bathroom with him, but that’s just gross.
I re-stocked the bathroom, washed a load of Dennis’ pants, dried them, put the dishes away, and I was going back to my book when I was informed we had no tissues in the bedroom, could I run to the store and buy a box?
*screams bloody murder!!!!!!!
I said there were tissues in the bedroom closet, right on the shelf, I was taking a bath and putting my clothes out for tomorrow. While running the bath water, I heard a loud clang followed by a thud and Dennis cussing loudly. Naked, I rushed out of the bathroom. He’d bumped the door off the track. But I shouldn’t worry, he’d take care of it. I sighed, and put the door back on the track, a puff of dust riling up in my face when I did–I could feel the asbestos crawling down my throat and into my lungs (we have an asbestos warning sticker on our closet door put there by the health department). I took out the box of tissues, opened it, and even popped up the first one, and set it on the desk. Dennis gave me a sad look.
“What?” I asked.
“Those were from New York, remember, we bought them at Christmas time?” he replied.
“So?! We’ll keep the box! I am not going to the store!” I replied, turned and took my bath.
My homework lays undone on the kitchen table. Professor Sal will have a good reason to scream at me tomorrow when I don’t turn it in on time. Pray for me. I’ve already had my night meds and now I’m going to attempt to do pharmacy/chemistry work. Be thankful it’s all just on paper and I’m not attempting to do this with real chemicals!
Something is wrong with me. You knew that, right? =D
Well, this time it’s physical.
It’s been a few days since I’ve had solid food and my blood sugar is holding at 88 even after several Krispy Kreme doughnuts and a cup of Starbucks’ coffee.
This has made me disoriented, dizzy, sick, and nauseated. I haven’t even dared to start my homework now because of this. I spent a good part of the day getting better. I have to do those assignments by tomorrow.
Dennis was pretty mad when he found out that I have been essentially fasting since he demanded that I lose weight or not go to the formal function he wants to go to next month. Hey, it was his idea that I lose weight! I don’t know how to other than self-starvation. It’s not like we have the best eating habits around here!
Oh, and James was a “fire puppy” all day. Whatever that means!
It’s only the first week of classes and my butt is officially kicked. I can’t seem to get motivated to study or even begin the homework. I know I have to get it done over the weekend, but I can’t seem to do it. I know I might do a crap load of things over the weekend, but I doubt it. I used to be so good at balancing equations, nomeclature, and other chemistry things. Now my confidence is shaken.
Someone, tell me I’m smart and can do this!
Someone spent a good amount of time downloading my pictures from this blog–that is not cool, especially after I voiced my concern for a certain liar on the web using pictures of Pogo in her next scam. Too many weird things, too many things that don’t add up.
My bottom lip is swollen to twice the size it should be. I don’t know what to do about it. No, no one punched me in the mouth. I accidentally bit my lip twice yesterday in lab, munching on bubble gum, and I broke the skin, so now it’s all swollen, inflamed and hurts. It’s noticeably swollen and annoying. I’m going to put more peroxide-laced Listerine on it and my tooth paste is peroxide based, so that will help with the swelling and infection, I hope.
Dennis has bronchitis and has been sick for nearly a week. I finally made him a doctor appointment for today and he’s got another three or four days of being sick. Of course, this is all somehow my fault. Even though I am not sick. :\
I’m so glad that tomorrow is the last day of classes for the week. Labour Day couldn’t get here any quicker!! I want a break that badly!! I also want to ease up my schedule, maybe apply for a morning lab or something.
Running from the pharmacy lecture to the biology lab was never intended for me.
I need a wheelbarrow to haul my 50lb tits around campus in. A bra just isn’t doing it. They were fine on the 18th. I wonder why they’re swelling all of a sudden? I have been drinking a lot of SmartWater on campus because it’s free and it’s cold.
I dare estimate that my fluid intake has tripled since I went back to school. I go through three 23.8 Fl. Oz or 2,100 ML of SmartWater by lunch. And then I come home and chug Coke and water. It must be missing righty. That’s the only thing different.
How adorable is this?!
First Day
We had a bomb ‘threat’ at the school yesterday. I was in that building when it happened. It turns out it was just some chemicals spilled and mixed together. I got to wait in the blistering sun from 2:30pm until well after 6pm because my bag and keys were locked in the building.
I was in the lab when it happened. I remember wandering in the science hall and thinking how amazing that building was, but how wrong things could go if all the chemicals spilled. Maybe I have ESP? 
The fire alarm went off, and we ignored it, thinking they were testing the alarm systems or it was a first day prank. Then we all filed out of the classroom and I remember students behind me joking, “lol–ok, we’re back in high school, guize!” Once outside, we were directed to the other side of the street and fire trucks lined the street. Ambulances were parked near the building. Police cars blocked off both ends of the street. Channel 6 news was there filming the incident. Reporters were interviewing students.
Soon the reporters left and as we waited across the street, the bomb squad showed up. Firefighters went inside with sand and buckets. A man in a space suit came carrying out a yellow bucket and placed it in the street. Some doofus behind me commented: “If that blows up, he’s gonna be in the tree.” So apathetic. I still giggle over that today. Once the bomb squad left, we had to wait and be escorted one at a time to the lab to get our things. I was hypoglycemic by now, and my feet hurt from standing on the concrete for four hours.
I slept for 16 hours last night. From before midnight until 3pm today. My back aches, my feet hurt, my knees hurt, I’m still slightly dehydrated. But I am going back tomorrow. Not even terrorism stops me.
BTW, I don’t mind terrorism, so much when it doesn’t directly inconvenience me. *sarcasm*
Jamie aka: The being known as Wonder Girl, 30, mother of four, wife to one, she is a senior biomedicine student who is learning to fit in in the world around her. After nearly three decades on this planet, she still doesn't know where she belongs. Best friend of Matt, sarcastic, spoiled, apathetic, kutie brat, babe. Just your average woman, living in a not-so-average world, surviving by her incredible super power of being able to see right through you while
accomplishing more tasks than you ever thought imaginable. She is the being known as Wonder Girl and she is speaking, I believe. More? Aren't you brave!
