Worse for the wear...

The title for this entry is exactly how I feel today. Correction - this month. I haven't blogged in a while because I just haven't had the time or the energy. I'm feeling a bit Eeyore-ish today so if you want something up lifting, you might want to think twice about reading.

Where do I begin? Two weeks ago today I had a minor foot procedure to remove three toenails. Ew... I suppose I should have also given a gross-factor warning in addition to my self pity alert. Anyway, I had them removed, which is something I've done before. I have always had terrible toenails, something I get from my Dad. I couldn't have gotten my mom's pretty arched, curvy feet, I had to be blessed with Fred Flinstone feet. boo.

Well, the removal went ok and Steven took me home, I propped up on the couch and was doing fine until the numbness wore off and then I was in terrible, almost unbearable pain. It had never hurt like that before. I even took extra pain medicine which I know is a no-no but it turns out it wasn't strong enough anyway. The next day when Steven removed the bandages to change them, one of my toes was really swollen and bright red. Later that night I began running fever and by the next morning, the redness had spread. After quick calls to my nurse sister and my former podiatry assistant mother, I called the nurse hotline and they said I needed to go to Urgent Care. So off we went, me hobbling along and Steven trying to help me keep my balance. When we got to Urgent Care, the line was out the door!

Just for clarity, Urgent Care is the walk-in clinic at our doctor's office that is thankfully open on weekends. We ended up being at the clinic from 11 AM to 5 PM. We felt like we were waiting in the ER. It was so crazy. And because it isn't usually so crowded, I thought we would be home within 1-2 hours so I didn't bring any pain medicine. Needless to say I was very uncomfortable. The most frustrating part is that a large portion of those people didn't need urgent care. But whatever. We got through it.

The doctor said I did have an infection and prescribed an antibiotic with instructions to see my regular doctor on Monday. Unfortunately, nothing was better by Monday and another toe was infected. My regular doctor then prescribed a second antibiotic and said return on Thursday. By Thursday my toes were turning a scary shade of purple-ish/black, (sorry, gross factor alert), so the doctor sent me upstairs to the podiatrist who put them to sleep and did a second procedure to clean them out and remove roots that were missed. A week later I am finally doing better. Through all of this I missed 3 class days but only one methods day so that was good. Unfortunately this week has been a major catch up and I am close to a breakdown.

Which leads me to my second part of this self pity blog. I am tired of Methods. It's exciting to be in the classroom with my mentor teacher but on the days when we are with our college professors, it is barely bearable. I feel like we don't do anything and I swear that time goes slower on those days. The whole Earth slows down and I am stuck in a time warp. The good news is that misery loves company and I have a lot of company. All of the new friends I've made feel the same way. And even though we spend so much time in that class not really doing anything, we have a lot of work to do outside of class. On top of that, this week my two non-methods classes decided it was time to pour on the homework, I had two essays due today, 80 pages to have read, and a separate time consuming assignment to turn in. Tomorrow I have another two projects due. It's insanity.

Today I really almost broke apart. It all started with parking. Actually, it all started with not having slept but for four hours last night. My first class on TuTh is at 9:30. That's not bad, right? WRONG. There is NO parking at 9:30. Steven and I get up and I drop him off at 7:30, I drive the hour to school, and begin my search for a space. The parking lots are swarming with cars doing exactly what I am doing. Sam Houston currently has a "little" problem with parking. Over the years I've been in college,(it isn't necessary to know how many), I have watched them block off parking lots and build buildings over them and not replace the parking. And then, as if to add insult to injury, they have taken student parking and allotted it for staff. Do you know how angry I get when I've been searching for a spot for literally an hour or more and see rows of empty staff parking spaces? It's ridiculous. I hate being late for class, and have been late twice since school began and on the other days I've barely made it in time. Because I was one of several who were late today, the professor decided it was time to get stern. It took every part of my consciousness to keep from crying. It has been a rough few weeks.

I know I've just been complaining and this entry is l-o-n-g, but I will end on a happy note. The one thing that has kept me within the realm of sanity is that I ordered my class ring today and will get it in April at the ring ceremony. It is a good feeling. It will all come to an end and I will be a graduate. I just have to get through these thorny days.