A C-R-A-Z-Y week!

So I wake up sick on Saturday morning on my aunt's couch in Orange County.

The flu had, as mentioned, been going around from about 2 weeks, but it couldn't have picked a more perfect [read: worse] day to hit me. A constant flow of ibuprofen and cough drops kept me functioning normally throughout the party, but by that night, I was feeling all kinds of crummy (not helped by the fact that my body was operating on EST). The whole flying across the country thing went about as well as could be expected, as I stayed hydrated on ginger ale and one of those huge $3 water bottles they sell at every vendor in the terminal, and got back to the dorm safely.

The illness ran it's course over the next several days, which wouldn't have been a problem, except that this was the one week where everything piled up in every class! Proof that I'm not exaggerating:

Psychology:
Mon - essay thesis due
Wed - first exam
Honors:
Mon - first draft of essay due
regular reading assignment
Wed - inordinately big regular reading assignment
French:
Tue - regular Reader quiz
regular video watching
Thu - second essay due
Spanish:
Tue - first essay due
regular article assignment
exercise handout due
Thu - chapter workbook due (lot's of work!)
oral presentation with PowerPoint
Theology:
Thu - regular reading assignment for weekly quiz

Wow, I really do sound like I'm complaining, but now you've got a little idea of how stressed my week was. And remember, this is all while trying to get enough sleep so that I could feel well enough to actually attend class.

Of course, it all worked out in the end. I got an extension on my Honors paper, there was a snow day on Tuesday, the Spanish workbook pages got pushed back to today, and I was feeling well enough by Wednesday that I could stay up late enough to get my presentation finished. (Which went very well, by the way.)

I'm sorry, I really am being whiny.

Then there was the secretions from my left ear, but the doctor put me on drugs and I should be feeling 100% better very soon. (nurse practitioner's exact promise)
Oh, and I might have a heart murmur! Isn't life wonderful?

I will stop now before this gets any more totally soap opera or I divulge too much of my own medical history.

Bye now,
-Rebekah