Yik and Grr.
Yik: I seem to have caught whatever Anthony had. Every available space in my skull (and I'm sure there's plenty of that) is filled with yik and I've got a won't-go-away-headache. I've used up a million kleenex (well, not really) and I'll all achy and weak. I went to the Dr.'s and got some meds tho so that's a good thing. I actually got some uninterrupted homework done while I was there. I should go to the Dr.'s more often. I really don't have time to be sick. At least I'm not puking. That's a definite plus.
Grr: I can't seem to check my hotmail account. Everytime I sign in they have thing thing talking about how they "improved" my sign-in experience. If it's so improved, how come I can't get to the part where I CHECK MY E-MAIL? I've clicked on every available thing on the page to try to get to the e-mail and IT'S NOT SHOWING ME MY MESSAGES or even if I HAVE any. What's up wtih that? I swear, everything that's supposed to improve things (lately) seems to make things HARDER. I'd write and bitch about it but, um, I CAN'T DO THAT!
General: Other than that, I'm OK. My thighs are killing me. We're practicing "proper body mechanics" in class while we lift/move/etc. "patients". That means we lift with our legs. I'm so used to doing it wrong my legs are going "Oh, wait... OW!" Even with help, constantly lifting other people is NOT easy. Also, I think part of my problem is from lab: the professor wanted us to look at the posterior muscles of the hip and lower extemities so we got to turn Anthony the cadaver over. I mean, she can't do that herself. You know what? Even though there were three of us (plus the prof) dead people are really heavy. I got cadaver juice on my lab-coat and my new sneakers. YUK!
Grr: I can't seem to check my hotmail account. Everytime I sign in they have thing thing talking about how they "improved" my sign-in experience. If it's so improved, how come I can't get to the part where I CHECK MY E-MAIL? I've clicked on every available thing on the page to try to get to the e-mail and IT'S NOT SHOWING ME MY MESSAGES or even if I HAVE any. What's up wtih that? I swear, everything that's supposed to improve things (lately) seems to make things HARDER. I'd write and bitch about it but, um, I CAN'T DO THAT!
General: Other than that, I'm OK. My thighs are killing me. We're practicing "proper body mechanics" in class while we lift/move/etc. "patients". That means we lift with our legs. I'm so used to doing it wrong my legs are going "Oh, wait... OW!" Even with help, constantly lifting other people is NOT easy. Also, I think part of my problem is from lab: the professor wanted us to look at the posterior muscles of the hip and lower extemities so we got to turn Anthony the cadaver over. I mean, she can't do that herself. You know what? Even though there were three of us (plus the prof) dead people are really heavy. I got cadaver juice on my lab-coat and my new sneakers. YUK!