The Cycle

This has been my week.

I got sick: tonsilitis. I then spent precious time at a new primary physician answering all the historical questions about my health. Then precious time (and money) ordering the prescriptions. Then precious time taking the medication and becoming anything in between loopy, sleepy, or any of the other 5 dwarves. Then time at work, with four days straight of twelve hour shifts. People with the same afflictions as me, crying and writhing in "pain" in front of me in the waiting room (and yet, here I am, working to see them,) and people much far worse off than me as well. Each ending day I was exhausted in every way. I dreamt of work, too, for the precious amount of time I slept. Oh yeah, I also got to take my Nursing Entrance Test while in my loopy state. I am researching other nursing options in case my test reveals I am at the bottom of the pecking order for choice entrants. Taking the speed reading portion also posed an interesting feat with my double vision. My handheld computer, with all my necessary info about my life, my schedule, and what I needed to remember, also got "sick" with what is called "screen bleed." It means everything on the screen cannot be seen because it looks like an etch-O-sketch gone awry. I had so little energy when it was discovered, my only response was "Oh. Great...oh well."

So, now it is seven days later.

I haven't cracked a textbook in almost a week, and no I am feverishly attempting to catch up. I hate being behind. I am considering what classes I may drop with a "W". I am also considering how much of my life I really want to sacrifice on a regular basis to studying for the next umpteen years. This recent sh*t has made it truly apparent how little of a life I have, and I desperately need a vacation to reenergize. All work and no play has made Kim a dull girl. I think of the things I have to do, and nothing of what I want to do. I do not want every spare moment to be about school and studying...if I think like this right now I get behind.

I do believe Tommy, my husband, has a sense of what is going on here. I came home last night to my handheld having a repair order, the house is vacuumed, the lawn mowed. These are classicly Kim tasks. How I love him....