cough cough

Damn it...I have a cold.

I had a crazy week full of papers, classes, internship drama, and doctors appointments. My psychiatrist suggested I was just stressed out and that I wasn't *really* depressed. After this hellish week, maybe he was right.
One of things I notice is that I do not have alot of energy. I am not sure if I am going to be able to handle a 40 hour work week after graduation. Maybe 30 hours? Depends on how stressful my future job may be.

Anyways, The one doctor who did give me drugs was actually a rPA but anyways.....I got a script for flexeral (spelling?)...the med you take to get a good morning when every fucking muscle in your body decided to cramp up...anyways. But the best for last:

Monday, I will get some lovely cortisone shots in the wrist ****shutter****
my fine motor skills have tanked. I was asked if I wanted a shot in the back too...
um...that sucked....um....maybe....one thing at a time