I'm exhausted, but I'm sure I'll pull through.
I do feel better now that I have successfully washed dishes, and warmed up food. I just didn't feel like dealing with the cafeteria lines. They scare me 'cause they're so big. I wish I could talk to someone. I'd feel much much less vulnerable. It's weird how I feel like the rug has been yanked out from under my feet. Things that remind me of home help. And talking to the people I've met here helps, but I still feel a little off balance.
I'm still worrying about my MRI results. I just want to know what's wrong (if anything else is). I need to calm down and I know it. I'm truly trying. Maybe I'll load up with podcasts and take some medicine. I need my rest, and if nothing else, at least I don't have classes. Please, don't think I can't handle this, I'm doing the best I can.
On the flip side, I do feel better about a few things. I've made it through the first class. I know God didn't just bring me here to go "Ha! Fooled you!" And there were things at orientation that really told me that this is the right place. I guess maybe the discomfort I feel is growth. I should reread the stuff on transitions. Right now, though, I should try to get some sleep.