life is odd
It is sometimes funny how quickly life changes from one day to the next.
I will make this short and sweet.... maybe.
Yesterday morning, I was a healthy, unemployed student with 15 credits this semester.
1. Yesterday on the bus ride home, I found out I have mono. I had a doctor's appointment on Monday because my throat has been feeling weird, but I didn't have strep. So, on a whim, my doctor sent me to get blood drawn for the mono test. I didn't really think I had it, but lo and behold.
2. I had a job interview for a Resident Care Provider position in the Adolescent Residential Unit at Pine Rest Christian Mental Health. In order to do the training I need, I have to have at least a single full week day available.
3. When David and I were planning out the rest of our school careers last night, I found out that next year, I will be struggling to be a full time student because I've taken so many credits every semester. David found out he will actually graduate in four years as opposed to five.
Now, I am taking 12 credits. I have mono and just slept for 11 hours, though I am still exhausted. I theoretically have a job AND the time to train for it, but I need to wait a few weeks until I'm healthy enough to do that. I have a feeling that that job will require that I be at the top of my game. My interviewer already said that the kids can be ruthless on some days.
This is why mono is ruining my life (melodramatic):
-I can't have a sweet party for my 21st birthday (which is next Monday). In fifty years (or whatever), when my kid is celebrating their 21st birthday and asks me what I did for mine back in the olden days when alcohol was cheap (ha), I will have to say: "Nothing, because I had mono." Then my child will ask "what is mono" and I will explain to him/her that it was a disease people got in the olden days and not to worry and then they will carry on with their partying while I curse my body once again.
Truly, this isn't that big of an issue. I will still go out and buy vodka at midnight and have an appletini with my roommates. Plus, I have the rest of my adult life to have a sweet party, but if I could have it on my 21st, people would be a lot more likely to buy me drinks... but oh well.
-I can't go snowboarding with my roommates/friends. We've been planning this adventure since before last semester ended. It is cheap on weekdays for college students. Theoretically, they could wait for me to get better, but I wouldn't ask them to, as my recovery could easily be anywhere between two weeks and several months. I want to go snowboarding someday... but I guess this isn't the year. Thanks a shiton, IMMUNE SYSTEM.
-I can't go ice skating with David. We've been trying to go on a real date for like a month. On his birthday, when we were supposed to go to the Frederick Meijer Garden Christmas thingie, the weather said "eff you" and kept us in my house watching Monsters, Inc. Now, mono is making sure our only date for the first several months of our relationship is the dinner at the Main Street Pub the night before classes started. The universe clearly does not want us to have fun outside of our apartments, but at least we have the ability to make the best of our time spent indoors. We do always manage to have fun together even if we're just lying around.
So, all of the above is pretty non-issue compared to the fact that...
-...I can't see the Red Wings with David on Thursday. Aside from the instructions of my doctor to "not do any more than what you have to," if some excited hockey fan freaks out and accidently hits my abdomen somehow, my spleen could rupture and I could like... die. It makes sense. I really shouldn't go. But it sucks. I bought those tickets for him so that we could do something he gets really geeked about together. I put a lot of thought into the gift, knowing that he had never seen the Wings before, and I wanted to experience that with him and see him all happy. Being together was the point, but that is not possible. Now, I can ever be with him the first time he sees the Red Wings (because he'll have already seen them, of course) and I'm annoyed that this is how we'll always rememeber the first Christmas/birthday gift I got him. He'll probably go with his friend Jason, who will appreciate seeing them more than I ever would, but I am still really really sad and pissed at my body for failing me hardcore. :-(
Also, this has little to do with how mono is ruining my life, but it is a source of worry. The class I dropped that brought me down to a 12 credit load is required before my senior year, otherwise I won't be able to do my internship and my life will be ruined. Theoretically, I can take it in the summer, but I am now paranoid that I won't get into it because summer courses fill up so quickly and last year I was screwed during registration time because Laker Village's internet failed me. I'm meeting with my advisor tomorrow, though, to talk about options if I don't make it into that class over the summer. I can't take that class now. I will end up killing the professor, who seemed like a total d-bag. For realsies, the first thing he said to our class: "Look at the people around you. Never talk to them." Plus, I need that time free for Pine Rest and I'm not taking 15 credits if I don't have to.
So, that's my first two days of the semester in a nutshell. Epic. It could be worse, though.
I will make this short and sweet.... maybe.
Yesterday morning, I was a healthy, unemployed student with 15 credits this semester.
1. Yesterday on the bus ride home, I found out I have mono. I had a doctor's appointment on Monday because my throat has been feeling weird, but I didn't have strep. So, on a whim, my doctor sent me to get blood drawn for the mono test. I didn't really think I had it, but lo and behold.
2. I had a job interview for a Resident Care Provider position in the Adolescent Residential Unit at Pine Rest Christian Mental Health. In order to do the training I need, I have to have at least a single full week day available.
3. When David and I were planning out the rest of our school careers last night, I found out that next year, I will be struggling to be a full time student because I've taken so many credits every semester. David found out he will actually graduate in four years as opposed to five.
Now, I am taking 12 credits. I have mono and just slept for 11 hours, though I am still exhausted. I theoretically have a job AND the time to train for it, but I need to wait a few weeks until I'm healthy enough to do that. I have a feeling that that job will require that I be at the top of my game. My interviewer already said that the kids can be ruthless on some days.
This is why mono is ruining my life (melodramatic):
-I can't have a sweet party for my 21st birthday (which is next Monday). In fifty years (or whatever), when my kid is celebrating their 21st birthday and asks me what I did for mine back in the olden days when alcohol was cheap (ha), I will have to say: "Nothing, because I had mono." Then my child will ask "what is mono" and I will explain to him/her that it was a disease people got in the olden days and not to worry and then they will carry on with their partying while I curse my body once again.
Truly, this isn't that big of an issue. I will still go out and buy vodka at midnight and have an appletini with my roommates. Plus, I have the rest of my adult life to have a sweet party, but if I could have it on my 21st, people would be a lot more likely to buy me drinks... but oh well.
-I can't go snowboarding with my roommates/friends. We've been planning this adventure since before last semester ended. It is cheap on weekdays for college students. Theoretically, they could wait for me to get better, but I wouldn't ask them to, as my recovery could easily be anywhere between two weeks and several months. I want to go snowboarding someday... but I guess this isn't the year. Thanks a shiton, IMMUNE SYSTEM.
-I can't go ice skating with David. We've been trying to go on a real date for like a month. On his birthday, when we were supposed to go to the Frederick Meijer Garden Christmas thingie, the weather said "eff you" and kept us in my house watching Monsters, Inc. Now, mono is making sure our only date for the first several months of our relationship is the dinner at the Main Street Pub the night before classes started. The universe clearly does not want us to have fun outside of our apartments, but at least we have the ability to make the best of our time spent indoors. We do always manage to have fun together even if we're just lying around.
So, all of the above is pretty non-issue compared to the fact that...
-...I can't see the Red Wings with David on Thursday. Aside from the instructions of my doctor to "not do any more than what you have to," if some excited hockey fan freaks out and accidently hits my abdomen somehow, my spleen could rupture and I could like... die. It makes sense. I really shouldn't go. But it sucks. I bought those tickets for him so that we could do something he gets really geeked about together. I put a lot of thought into the gift, knowing that he had never seen the Wings before, and I wanted to experience that with him and see him all happy. Being together was the point, but that is not possible. Now, I can ever be with him the first time he sees the Red Wings (because he'll have already seen them, of course) and I'm annoyed that this is how we'll always rememeber the first Christmas/birthday gift I got him. He'll probably go with his friend Jason, who will appreciate seeing them more than I ever would, but I am still really really sad and pissed at my body for failing me hardcore. :-(
Also, this has little to do with how mono is ruining my life, but it is a source of worry. The class I dropped that brought me down to a 12 credit load is required before my senior year, otherwise I won't be able to do my internship and my life will be ruined. Theoretically, I can take it in the summer, but I am now paranoid that I won't get into it because summer courses fill up so quickly and last year I was screwed during registration time because Laker Village's internet failed me. I'm meeting with my advisor tomorrow, though, to talk about options if I don't make it into that class over the summer. I can't take that class now. I will end up killing the professor, who seemed like a total d-bag. For realsies, the first thing he said to our class: "Look at the people around you. Never talk to them." Plus, I need that time free for Pine Rest and I'm not taking 15 credits if I don't have to.
So, that's my first two days of the semester in a nutshell. Epic. It could be worse, though.