It's a small world after all...you're welcome for now having that song stuck in your head on a never-ending reel
Why, yes. Yes I am still alive. I think. Just a second, let me check.
Yup. Still here. Although I have no feeling left from the neck up.
It's been yet another whirlwind of a week (or whirledwind, as some people say, which actually drives me crazy, but I'll just leave that alone for today), but I still haven't written my last exam (it's somewhere in-between Toronto and here, which probably means it's in Tokyo, knowing our postal service). I've been studying chemical equations and gas reactions, and meanwhile, Dee has been sick as a puppy with a stomach thing that makes him pass out everytime he goes to the bathroom, which makes this mommy very very sad. I'm hoping he's feeling better soon, because this has been going on since last Thursday, and there are no signs of it letting up.
And I have a raging bladder infection that makes the normal act of peeing seem like you are actually putting your urethra through a meat grinder. Over and over and over again. And, of course, you feel like you have to pee ALL.THE.TIME, which just makes the meat grinder grind all the more. Fun. Not so much. I've finally got some antibiotics on board, but my belly is still really sore and unhappy. Woe's me.
We are also supposed to run down to Toronto this weekend for some cuddle-time with the newest addition to the family. Mr. Handsome's sister had another boy earlier this month, and apparently it's all hell in that house right now, which is exactly why we decided to go down there and visit, because we like to pile the different levels and consistencies of hell up on top of each other because our motto is "The more the merrier!" What's a little more hell in your life?
The most excitement I've had is my First Aid/CPR course that I took last weekend, when I discovered that the instructor is an old girlfriend of my younger brother's, and now we're Facebook friends and probably BFFs too. Small world? Yes. Yes, it is.
So. My life in a nutshell. These days, not so exciting.
How about you? Give me your rundown of your very own personal Layers of Hell. Don't be shy.