Week One

I don't think it's really a ghost, but there have been some lights turned on that I know I didn't turn on and that the dogs didn't turn on. And then yesterday, when I got up to feed the dogs their breakfast, the trashcan was pulled out from under the sink and I didn't do it and I don't think the dogs did either.

And speaking of the dogs, one of them is so high strung that a reflection of light on the wall will get her barking madly, so I think they'd react to something if there were something to react to. But they don't, or haven't, so I don't really think it's a ghost.  Maybe I'm sleepwalking. (I've done it before, but not, I think, since I was a child.)

Anyway, there is that.

So I start school in the morning, which means a long afternoon of getting things ready for starting school tomorrow. I have to get my scrubs sorted. (I hate ironing, so I bought a steamer and I need to see how it works.) I have to get my book bag in order. I have to....do a bunch of things. SIGH. I also have to finish looking over the material we'll be covering in the next week, something that I've been putting off because I resent having my vacation time impinged on. (That will probably come back to bite me in the ass sooner rather than later.)

I wrote that a week ago.


School did start and I was immediately buried under a mountain of work.

That is my reading list for next week written out on two Post-It notes in my bullet journal. Don't bother to count the chapters. There are fourteen of them. Two a day, half of them pharmacology. Beyond that, I have homework assignments and a slew of online quizzes. And I have lectures to attend. In another week, clinicals begin and those will eat up two whole days of my week.

All I have to do is hang on for another thirteen weeks and then it will be over. I get another two weeks break and then it begins again. And again. And again. And again. And then I will be done.

So I spent the day studying--still trying to catch up from last week's readings and homework and so on--though Dave and I did break for a Japanese lunch. I've been eating fish again, suddenly, after more than a decade. I started with salmon and recently branched out to tuna, raw, on soba or rice. So that's what I had today for lunch.

After, we came home and I went back to the books.

This thing is happening recently where I am exhausted all day and then, when I get into bed, I can't sleep. I got about five hours of sleep last night--from just after one, until just before six. And now it is one a.m. again and I can't sleep, even with the diphenhydramine that I took.

I'm watching The Imitation Game. It's not great, but it is interesting. Maybe I need to watch something less interesting that will put me to sleep.