I’m still kicking around, just had a couple of rough days. I did well on all of my midterms, so that’s done then. I’ve still got to rewrite that paper but I’ll finish that up this weekend. I’ve filled out the paperwork and paid my dues to become a member of Psi Chi. School is on track. Physically I’ve felt really crappy, but that doesn’t seem to be anything new.
I had to take a routine stress test on Wednesday morning- the doctors wouldn’t accept my survival of schoolwork in lieu of walking on a treadmill – and passed that alright. Well duh. If I can survive 3 midterms and a paper while undergoing medical testing, I don’t think walking on a treadmill for 7 minutes will kill me.
I had to have an upper endoscopy this afternoon and am finally really waking up from it. It didn’t take long, wasn’t painful. Basically they put you under and send a scope down your throat to take a look at your upper digestive tract, and send the little thingy down to take a biopsy. My throat is a little sore from the tube and I have it in my head that I can feel where they clipped for a biopsy, but that’s probably my imagination. Still, it wasn’t bad. I’ll have the biopsy results sometime next week. In the meantime, other than some redness, the endoscopy didn’t turn up anything. So far, so good.
Anesthesia is a trip, isn’t it? The stuff doesn’t bother me itself, but I always worry about what I might say while under it. Apparently this time I, um, expressed a desire to spend some, er, quality time with my husband. Thankfully he was the only person in the room when I said it! You should have seen him laugh when he told me about it later, though.
Cheers folks!
