Thanksgiving spent with the Yoons was enjoyable but mildly painful. I thought I'd just hurt my back somehow... it -would- be like me to injure myself without realizing it. But by Sunday I was losing sleep because my back hurt too much (not entirely true... I wasn't getting much sleep anyway with that ROTC project Koester and I were doing all night) so I finally went to see a doctor on Tuesday.
I went in for the doctor to just have a look and tell me what was wrong, since twist around as I might I still couldn't get a good view of my lumbar, but I ended up having surgury before I even left the clinic. Turns out I had an infected cyst near my spine, and since I was too stubborn to go in when it started hurting, the infection and cyst were both rather large; the surgeon had to cut in much deeper than would be normal for this type of thing.
Daily dressing changes during finals... -supremely- inconvenient.
But, speaking of projects... the ROTC budgeting project was too work intensive for a final project in a class that most people think should be entirely devoted to bringing up the midshipmens' collective GPA. However, since Koester and I only worked on it for about five hours (2200-0300) and online rather than in person (I was snowed in... there was no way I was going to drive in that ice), and since the morning of the presentation before a panel of "senators from the Armed Services Committee" I didn't make it out of the apartment complex parking lot without experiencing my first "fender bender" - which I took as a sign from the fates that I really really should probably not try to go anywhere that day - Koester ended up presenting by himself. Which was doubly unfortunate since we were planning on me being the main presenter, seeing as how I had more experience at on-the-spot ad-libbing and presenting and defending certain points of view. And especially since I forgot to add the last slide on the powerpoint which contained the totals that we were asking for.
Yes, I did pity Koester a great deal by the end of that morning.
Hm... well, other than an extremely odd incident in which my mother called to tell me that she'd left my keys with someone at the Stadium in -green- (not a typical navy color) who called himself Humphrey, there isn't much left to tell~
Calculus is beckoning, and I'm not having much trouble ignoring it. Gosh, I'm proud of my restraint.
I went in for the doctor to just have a look and tell me what was wrong, since twist around as I might I still couldn't get a good view of my lumbar, but I ended up having surgury before I even left the clinic. Turns out I had an infected cyst near my spine, and since I was too stubborn to go in when it started hurting, the infection and cyst were both rather large; the surgeon had to cut in much deeper than would be normal for this type of thing.
Daily dressing changes during finals... -supremely- inconvenient.
But, speaking of projects... the ROTC budgeting project was too work intensive for a final project in a class that most people think should be entirely devoted to bringing up the midshipmens' collective GPA. However, since Koester and I only worked on it for about five hours (2200-0300) and online rather than in person (I was snowed in... there was no way I was going to drive in that ice), and since the morning of the presentation before a panel of "senators from the Armed Services Committee" I didn't make it out of the apartment complex parking lot without experiencing my first "fender bender" - which I took as a sign from the fates that I really really should probably not try to go anywhere that day - Koester ended up presenting by himself. Which was doubly unfortunate since we were planning on me being the main presenter, seeing as how I had more experience at on-the-spot ad-libbing and presenting and defending certain points of view. And especially since I forgot to add the last slide on the powerpoint which contained the totals that we were asking for.
Yes, I did pity Koester a great deal by the end of that morning.
Hm... well, other than an extremely odd incident in which my mother called to tell me that she'd left my keys with someone at the Stadium in -green- (not a typical navy color) who called himself Humphrey, there isn't much left to tell~
Calculus is beckoning, and I'm not having much trouble ignoring it. Gosh, I'm proud of my restraint.
posted by Deborah at 10:03:00 PM
