I got an email last night around 10:30 -- the person who was supposed to sub for my clinical instructor today had to cancel due to acid being shot in her eye (wasn't me, I swear). HAI GOD, THANKS!

There was one assignment I was hoping to get the data for today, so, fail. But I could do off of older data.

Then the chick in charge of the clinical rotations emailed my group to let us know we have to do a case study by 10pm tonight. It's a fucking bitch, I'm telling you. I'd rather make up a day of clinical.

We're getting our kitchen remodeled, so the house is totally fucked right now. I am not a fan. Reason enough for accepting the status quo, that it doesn't mess with my daily routine.

I DON'T WANT TO STUDY.

And I have dragged my ass all day in support of that. I made it a goal to not sleep in too late (10:30am seems cool?), then it was, "Oh, after I eat breakfast." Then I did some non-academic shit I had to do, then it was all, "Oh, after I eat lunch." So, I've eaten lunch and I sat down for maybe 45 minutes and now I'm back to draaaaagging my ass.

I started my first clinical rotation last week. Tuesday and Wednesdays, 7am-7pm. I got up at 4:30am, DO NOT WANT. Thursday and Friday are class days, which run from 8-5:30ish. I've got two tests Thursday and one on Friday. Due to the major asshood that is the 12-hour shift (and the incredible uselessness that becomes me at the end of those days), I did something unprecedented: I started studying in advance of the night before. APOCALYPSE!

I had a couple of friends over Saturday and we worked our way through pharm and some of pathophysiology. I then forgot what a book is on Sunday. Went to see The Proposal with my sister (8 KINDS OF AWESOME) -- it was my me day. And, you know, I figured I had Monday.

Obviously that is going well.

I'm so sick of penises and vaginas.

(Cath lab was today.)

Uh, the dogs did it again this morning. WTH, guys?

My neighbor's dog killed a rabbit yesterday (she's killed before). My dad's the go-to guy for removal (or euthanizing, on one occasion). Riley somehow found it and proceeded to eat it (I know, this is gross). We assumed this is where they picked up their ridiculously foul odor last night.

No, there was a dead bird in the yard. So they did it again today and needed to be bathed again.

And Riley apparently has a thirst for blood now -- she killed a mouse.

I think the worst my dog Jess ever did was eat a few spiders.

ETA (30 min later): THEY KILLED A MOLE. What the fuck, pups??

Max and Riley just rolled around in something foul. 11pm baths... FUN.

FIRST: I SUCK, I SUCK. Royally. I've been sort of kinda flisting, but with suckiness on the commenting. (What a news bulletin!)

School... is school. Still insane, but not to the overwhelming degree it felt like last week. This week is the week of lab insanity. Vital signs/pain assessment today, wound treatment tomorrow, infection control Thursday (3/week is pretty much going to be our schedule until they throw us into a hospital June 14th). Oh, but after trying out the pulse-ox on myself today, my heart rate was 125; my lab instructor wanted to check me for a pulse deficit but we didn't have time.

My medical calculations exam -- the side-button (forward/back) mouse is the bane of my existence. 20 questions, I get through 15, go to make sure they've been saved, and I hit the fucking back button on the library computer's mouse. Can't get back in. Have to take the DO-OVER test, which was supposed to be Friday; then I got an email today telling me it's tomorrow. Did I mention most people assumed it was open book, so those that took it, didn't spaz and have technical difficulties, and passed are in the clear. The rest, it's a paper test, we have to show all work, and it's definitely clarified as being a non-open book test. (SHOW ME THE WORKING.)

So, I went back through the exam and I think I've pretty much got it. It's STILL annoying. We need to get a 90 on it and it's only 20 questions. Margin of error, I do not like you. But, whatever.

I walked into the men's room today. Thought it was odd that there were urinals in the ladies' room, so I thought, "Oh, maybe it's progressively unisex." So I went out to look -- nope, just the men's room. (Other people made the same mistake -- and didn't compute the urinal factor until after the used the bathroom -- so I didn't feel too stupid. Also, no one was in there.)

OH AND ALSO. We have a 2 hour lecture before each lab session, and the prof varies. Today we had someone new. She showed up in head-to-toe pink -- pink suit, pink pumps, pink (elaborate) hat (and pearls thrown in for good measure). I wanted so badly to try to sneak a picture with my phone, but I thought that might be awkward. Very amusing. This is the woman who'll be taking us into a prison.

Cold, wet, miserable day. Tomorrow looks to be the same (if a bit warmer).

I swear, I'll get more interesting stories. Surely our catheterization lab will produce the LOLZ, right?

Okay, anxiety attack/freak out is now commencing.

As I poke around Blackboard, downloading files and looking at deadlines.

You know, they really could've given us a little more advance notice that we'd need to read 5 chapters (each) for two of the courses this week.

Okay, back to running around like a chicken with its legs cut off.

Ugh, ugh. I had my orientation for my nursing program today. It was the most unorganized, uninformative NINE HOUR orientation ever. Classes start tomorrow and I still don't have a clue what we need to do. The actual information portion was at the end of the day, and they put off most questions to be addressed tomorrow.

So I go tomorrow for more "information" at from 10am-12 and then it seems like our first class (medical calculations) is after that, but it's optional (it's an online course). I have... some class Thursday, no clue what, or what time (8am I think); first lab on Friday (scrubs day, wheee).

Did I mention it was NINE HOURS LONG, and to say that one third of that time was devoted to dispensing pertinent information would be very generous?

I got my ID, with, all things considered, isn't a terrible photo, but I look highly annoyed (and jaundiced) -- which, by the end of the day, was kind of fitting.

OH AND ALSO. I was toying with the idea of going to the Hershey Bruce show last week, but ultimately didn't. The concert before that, he played "Backstreets." So I was all, "Cool, at least the likelihood he plays MY FAVORITE SONG has dropped to pretty much notgonnahappen status." HE PLAYED BACKSTREETS. Chase lives on. (I have to post my write-up of the second Philly show, but I was trying to wait til I could mess with the photos I took.)

WHY is my AV receiver lowering the volume little by little? I'm not sitting on the remote. There doesn't appear to be anyone turning it down. Does it have alien dial syndrome or something?