Curse, Curses, Cursed

My anxiety levels have been through the roof recently. Whatever it is--the vertigo from the labrynthitis or hormonal shifts or too little vitamin D or school stress or everything all at once--I feel awful most of the day, like hanging off a high-rise ledge kind of awful. I've been having these crazy stress dreams, too, with themes like anger and death. So clearly, whatever is churning up The Conscious Brain is also churning up The Subconscious Brain.

I need a new, healthy obsession, I think.

But before that, there are exams and finals to get through. There are three more weeks of class and two instructors trying to cram two exams and a final into those three weeks. Fun!

Last night I had my patho lecture. At the end of class, he handed back the exams that we took 4 weeks ago. I got a 106%, which was acceptable to The Brain. It's all a sham, of course, but that's fine right now. I need a little more delusion in my life.

I came home and Dave and I had individual caramelized onion and gruyere pizzas and salad for dinner, then I went to bed and dreamed about being back in my patho lecture. So that was fun.


That is the first sunflower bloom of the season, a volunteer that--surprise!--cropped up between the tomatoes and the eggplant.