First Week of School

Well, it didn't go as well as I thought it would. I was in a lot of pain! Wednesday was the first day, which wasn't so bad. But I was in so much pain by that evening that I only have 2-3 hours of sleep. Thursday, bereft of sleep, I had to wake up at 6:30am because I had a physical therapy appointment at 8am. I was so tired and in pain, I felt like it didn't even help any. Thursday was such a long day, classes started at 9:30am (walked in late because of PT) and my last class was at 2:45pm. After classes Huck and I picked up Elijah and met with a lawyer for two hours. Because of our long day we had dinner at La Nopalera. I took all my pain meds and went to bed by 10pm. I finally slept, but it took exhaustion to get past the pain enough to sleep.

The next day after classes I followed up with my primary care physician. Much to my dismay...she told me I can't do what I am doing. I can't keep acting like nothing has happened. I can't proceed with 'life as usual'. I was so upset I burst into tears. Then had to sit and hear how she had to delay Medical school because she broke her neck. I understand that I have to drop some classes, but she wants me to drop 2...that is a lot to process. :-( I will update more on medical later.

About my classes, on MWF I have Spanish, Grammar, and Ancient Cultures. And on TTh I had Outsiders in American Novels (a literature course) and Philosophy 101. I love all my classes...minus one. The Philosophy teacher strolled in 5 minutes late and told us to write our names on a piece of paper, then walked out of the class again for a few minutes. Most of us are staring at each other thinking "WTF?". I lean over to the young man sitting next to me and say "This one is gonna be a piece of work", the young man laughed. So, the 'professor' walks back in, spouting his liberal views and saying we are a socialist country and that we just won't admit it yet...blah blah blah. He refers to all of us in the classroom as kids several times (btw, he looks my age) and at that point I turn the name card around that he told us to make so he would know who we were, and I write on mine: Michelle (not a kid). I found out the next day that this 'professor' was born in 1980. Anyhow, I am glad I am no longer in that class due to the car accident. It's a delay I can't help. Ugh.

I have my literature class tomorrow, I am supposed to have read 51 pages of The Awakening by Chopin. I am struggling to keep focus while on pain medication and being in pain. I must be diligent and press on!