I had class Tuesday morning and my reward for actually getting myself out of the house to get there at 7:00 a.m. was a grande decaf soy latte from Starbucks. (Of course, that meant leaving the house at 6:30 a.m. to make sure I had time to sit in the drive-through and wait for my drink.) It was almost fully light out, even that early. Thanks, daylight savings time!
Lecture was lecture. We got our tests back, which is about the only reason I went to class. Because we don't get our actual exams back (just the Scantron sheets with our grades on them), the instructor puts out several copies of each exam. (We don't get our tests back because the questions come from the textbook company's test bank and the instructor foolishly thinks it's somehow important to maintain the sanctity of said test bank.) So, instead of returning our exams, he puts out copies of the exam during the break for us to see what questions we missed--and then people take pictures of the exam with their cell phones so that they have copies to study from for the comprehensive final. Either that, or they do what two students did on Tuesday: They just straight up steal one of the exams he puts out.
I find it hard to fault students for this, actually. To me, it's the instructor whose thinking is wrong here. I mean, does he work for the textbook company? But, whatever. I still have a very high A because it turns out that textbook test bank questions make for a ridiculously easy test.
So that was exciting.
The other excitement for Tuesday was that I finally got round to seeing Dr. Shmoo about my hives which, that morning,d were worse than they've ever been. I love Dr. Shmoo even though he is almost completely useless. I netted four minutes worth of a sympathetic ear, advice to cut out all products with fragrance in them, a referral to a allergist (my insurance doesn't require a referral), and a prescription for a steroid that I may or may not take. I sat in the parking lot and called the allergist he referred me to and I managed to get an appointment for December 31 with a PA in the practice.
When things like that happen, I always wonder why it is that we bother to pay out the nose for top of the line insurance.
Anyway, after that, I came home and got back into bed! I had only gotten about three hours of sleep the night before, so I was pretty exhausted. I skipped the gym again and just slept. When I woke up, it was dinnertime, so I went to McDonald's and got chicken nuggets and fries, ate them, and went back to bed!
I had a long, crazy dream, and the only part I remember was being in the car with Dave (who was driving) and a drunk guy (who sat in the backseat). Dave backed the car into an irrigation ditch--I remember the feeling of going down the bank backwards--and then said he knew how to get out of it, so we drove forward to this sort of ramp a ways down. As we drove up the ramp, I saw a street sign that said, "HA" and then I woke up.
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December 31st???Good gravy.
It's too bad that you have to wait so long to see another doctor. If it makes you feel better, you'd have to wait in Canada too most likely.
In Japan, I'm not sure. I've asked for referrals and sometimes been able to see someone the same day, or was sent to the emergency ward for a diagnosis! I don't think I'd have to wait two months though.
Your dream sounds a bit scary. There are too many open ditches here that I have nightmares about falling or driving into them. Shudder.
Hi Helen!
How crazy is that wait time? Allergists are few and far between apparently, and the ones that are taking new patients are able to set their own rules and name their own price!
We also have a lot of open ditches around here. In fact, our friends who live down the road have a neighbor who backed her car into a really deep irrigation ditch. The entire car was in the ditch! She was fine, but it was scary.
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