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azuriteIgnore the headline-- it's a parody of the lead I just wrote here in JOUR 110. We're on our fifteen minute break now, and I'm exhausted-- but at least I'm not hungry. I left the house early this morning with Scott (more on that later) having only a banana in hand an at 8:30am optometry appointment to "look forward to." Well, that supposedly-short follow-up appointment stretched into a delirious, anxiety-filled three hours, complete with three exams, neon yellow solution strips, and oh yeah, A PAP SMEAR!
I survived.
It wasn't as bad as I thought, and considering I had many of my fears allayed by the two very nice doctors who helped me along, I'm feeling much better than I was before. My eye's improving, and contrary to whatever weirdness my optometrist has said, I don't think I have chlamydia or whatever. If there *is* anything wrong, I'll get a call from one of the doctors within a few days, tops. I still have to go back to the health center tomorrow at 1pm though, for yet another follow-up eye appointment, to ensure that if whatever's still in my eye is indeed viral, that it's not something that could kill my vision. Because that would suck royally.
Anyhow, I'm much farther along in "White Rose," and oh yeah-- I guess I'm on speaking terms with Scott again. Last night when I went to bed, I was just about to set my alarm clock and call it a night when I discovered a note in front of my clock-- "Good night, sweet dreams, and I love you! --Scott (the guy next door)." Needless to say it melted my heart and made me feel horribly guilty about being all vaguely angry at Scott for no real reason (he is a GUY, after all. Not that it should excuse him, but when I'm a prat too, I guess it does). So I scribbled on the back side of the note "Thank you x forever, I'm sorry x infinity, and I love you x always, XOXOXOXO, ~Mer (also next door)." I imagine he got it, since I slipped it under his door early this morning-- and he didn't take off without me. ^_^ We even held hands and talked just a little on our way to class.
But I didn't call him and tell him about what my crazy optometrist said, or the potential for freakish exam results. I'll cross that bridge when I get to it. I think I'm just fine, and heck knows most of medicine is psychology anyhow.
Watch Dr. Phil today, by the way. Scott's mother and brother are in the audience of today's episdode, so assuming I don't pass out on my keyboard before the end of class, I will be catching up at the Sundial for a while, and then hopefully going home with Scott around 3:30. Since my eye's not fully healed, I'd rather not be there for long. I just wish there were a way for me to do all my work at home, but then, I might get super-distracted. ^^; Plus I don't have QuarkXPress there, so... >_> Yeah.
I guess I'm going to dash out for some air and then check my email-- and then there's exercises in-class. Did I mention that my teacher, Ruthanne Salido, reminds me SOOOO much of Patricia Richardson (I think that's her name) from Home Improvement? Seriously, she looks just like her, but with straight hair.
*yawn* I just realized I spent most of my lunch money on breakfast. An even BETTER excuse to get out of the Sundial early, and maybe come back later tonight... without complaint. I can always spend part of today taking Thursday's and today's issue and archiving the articles, while setting up the main and index pages for tomorrow's issue. It'll save me the trouble of showing up for too long TOMORROW, when I have all this explaining to do to my teachers (for missing class on Thursday) anyhow. ;_; NOT LOOKING FORWARD to that.
I survived.
It wasn't as bad as I thought, and considering I had many of my fears allayed by the two very nice doctors who helped me along, I'm feeling much better than I was before. My eye's improving, and contrary to whatever weirdness my optometrist has said, I don't think I have chlamydia or whatever. If there *is* anything wrong, I'll get a call from one of the doctors within a few days, tops. I still have to go back to the health center tomorrow at 1pm though, for yet another follow-up eye appointment, to ensure that if whatever's still in my eye is indeed viral, that it's not something that could kill my vision. Because that would suck royally.
Anyhow, I'm much farther along in "White Rose," and oh yeah-- I guess I'm on speaking terms with Scott again. Last night when I went to bed, I was just about to set my alarm clock and call it a night when I discovered a note in front of my clock-- "Good night, sweet dreams, and I love you! --Scott (the guy next door)." Needless to say it melted my heart and made me feel horribly guilty about being all vaguely angry at Scott for no real reason (he is a GUY, after all. Not that it should excuse him, but when I'm a prat too, I guess it does). So I scribbled on the back side of the note "Thank you x forever, I'm sorry x infinity, and I love you x always, XOXOXOXO, ~Mer (also next door)." I imagine he got it, since I slipped it under his door early this morning-- and he didn't take off without me. ^_^ We even held hands and talked just a little on our way to class.
But I didn't call him and tell him about what my crazy optometrist said, or the potential for freakish exam results. I'll cross that bridge when I get to it. I think I'm just fine, and heck knows most of medicine is psychology anyhow.
Watch Dr. Phil today, by the way. Scott's mother and brother are in the audience of today's episdode, so assuming I don't pass out on my keyboard before the end of class, I will be catching up at the Sundial for a while, and then hopefully going home with Scott around 3:30. Since my eye's not fully healed, I'd rather not be there for long. I just wish there were a way for me to do all my work at home, but then, I might get super-distracted. ^^; Plus I don't have QuarkXPress there, so... >_> Yeah.
I guess I'm going to dash out for some air and then check my email-- and then there's exercises in-class. Did I mention that my teacher, Ruthanne Salido, reminds me SOOOO much of Patricia Richardson (I think that's her name) from Home Improvement? Seriously, she looks just like her, but with straight hair.
*yawn* I just realized I spent most of my lunch money on breakfast. An even BETTER excuse to get out of the Sundial early, and maybe come back later tonight... without complaint. I can always spend part of today taking Thursday's and today's issue and archiving the articles, while setting up the main and index pages for tomorrow's issue. It'll save me the trouble of showing up for too long TOMORROW, when I have all this explaining to do to my teachers (for missing class on Thursday) anyhow. ;_; NOT LOOKING FORWARD to that.
