May 12th, 2006

Cut cuddle and be Cute

Pulling myself through

How is one supposed to write intelligently when they can't get more than 6 hours of sleep a night (not even that actually, but I'm trying to be generous)? I have three papers, two tests. I have no idea where to start. I just have to pull my self through. I'd say "run the race", but I'm not going to do any running at this level of pain.

So many things I want to write, so little time or energy. So I take a breath and remind myself that by this time next week, the finals, the moving out, the surgery will all be over.

Hugs!
Nickie
Cut cuddle and be Cute

Surviving!

I've officially had my last class for my first year of college. this is a good feeling, but it will feel better when I don't have anything more to turn in. I'm not sure whether I like this take-home final idea or not. I like the idea of being encouraged to use my notes, but don't think I'm so fond of the whole pace yourself and get it in by this day thing.

No more work tonight, I absolutely can't deal with any more of it. I am too tired and too sore. I will get rested, rejuvinate my brain, walk over to Brewberry's tomorrow even if it kills me, study my rear off and hope to be able to walk back. While I currently feel the frustration and stress of this crazy week, there is a little secret I'm using to keep myself going:

I think back to last semester when I was on Neurontin, the last quarter of high school when Julio got sick, the BrailleNote crashed and I almost broke my arm, the time when I didn't think I'd get a Guide Dog, the craziness of the summer when I went from convention to STP to
GDB
and I remember that I didn't think I'd get through those times. Then, I remember how I survived; I prayed, other people prayed and I survived. You just have to do what you can to take care of yourself and get through. When this is all said and done, I'll probably tell you that it wasn't so bad. And that's my secret.

Hugs!
Nickie
Cut cuddle and be Cute

GAW!

There are veggetables in this sandwich. Don't they ever listen to orders when you call them in? Oh, wait, they always have the music blaring. I'm reserving further commentary to avoid being libiless.

Hugs!
Nickie