Shaken not Stirred

So in the middle of academic chaos,I had a minor emotional snag today. Since my midterm will cover changing patients thoughts from neg to pos...hmm you would think I could have recovered faiirrrlly quick. Yea about that. So I kinda did....kinda backslid..whatever. I realize that I am the shaken coca cola bottle everyone talks about. Letting everything just build up til it explodes. I intend to do the "oh shit i shook my bottle its gonna get everywhere unless I hold my hands like this" cover (hyppppottheeticallyy speaking) Yeah because I'm so not into cleaning up the mess. This was a random post. In the morning (later much later) I may feel different.....then I will tell you to disregard this. HMMMMMMMM...

'til next time

Restless Energy

I find that I have so many things to do....and so many things I don't have to...Does that make sense? Sometimes I find that things don't have to be done right away...so bam! put off til' whenever. And then there's times when there's so much on my plate that I just go into overdrive. Now...I'm at a crux. There's things to do...there's some time...I feel restless...I'm getting bored. I want to plunge into Save Myself Mode. I was going on a rescue mission today but that was aborted due to poor planning. (poor little brother) ...Hmm let's see..I can be scholarly for a few more hours...on a Friday night..or I can run around in the melting streets (yay I'm so over the snow) and get into some "good trouble". Decisions. Whatever I choose I may have to go at alone because I took hiatus from all that involves people (that I know....for the most part....well just a few..Look I need some me time!)

Clock is ticking away. Let's see what I come up with.

Til' next time

mediiccatiooonn

It's 8pm and im sitting in class wondering why I even bothered to walk through the door. Am I learning? Yeaahhh...but do I feel like complete ish...yeeaaaahhh. Somehow when I read the doctor's paperwork I took 3 days bed rest as ..HEY GO DO SHIT!...no..so not what she meant. In fact when I read it over, I'm not supposed to be fully active yet. Hmmm? Active? Like walking in the snow to the subway and catching two trains to get to class and walking uphill and hauling books around? YEahhhhh...not supposed to be doing that. Well...at least I go to my doc tmw and can bitch about all the pain, and stress, and yada yada yada.

Class has about 40 minutes before we call it a rap. hmmm...my notes are hefty. I would really like to be heavily medicated right now. Then nothing would matter. The pain in my head..the heaviness in my arms. It would all float away. We can dream can't we..