aintbroke | (no subject)

I very much appreciate Martin Luther King Jr. Day, because my university starts classes on Tuesday, instead of Monday. As this week has already lasted eight calender years, that extra day of weekend probably saved my life. The first week of classes has been a roller coaster of stupid ranging from "boring" to "sweet fancy MOSES how will I get all this done," both extremes of which are totally out of my comfort zone. On the upside, I still haven't been to two of my classes, so maybe they'll be non-threatening, interesting, and fuzzy. (I understand the futility of pinning my hopes on unvisited classes, but you absolutely have to allow me my fantasies, otherwise my soul will be crushed, and you wouldn't want that on your conscience.)

Also: my new shoes gave me a blister! A blister! This is unconsionable. I have feet like cured leather! How did this happen, oh shiny green shoes of mine?

Next week I have my annual battery of time-killed-in-waiting-rooms, which this year, doesn't even promise lolly-pops. I can tell I'm becoming an adult, because I go to the doctor even without the petty bribes.

To sum: It's been a pretty grouchy week, in my head. Even the news that I passed my EMT-I test (HA! I can give IVs! At WILL! Also: dispense Morphine!) hadn't really cheered me up. Then I come home to the news that a family friend just had a brain aneurysm and her chances of survival (even to a vegetative state) really don't look so good. I am hating sitting passively on the sidelines, but I don't know what to do.
Can I just say how much it sucks to have your problems put into perspective? For future reference, universe, I can totally do without that.