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
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.