Last weekend, Memorial Day Weekend, as I was staggering home from my Saturday morning clinic shift, I realized I had a fever. I collapsed into bed and didn't get up until Monday.
I had a sinus infection.
That's two bed-ridden illnesses in two weeks, both during what should have been vacations.
I get it. I'm working too hard. I know. Enough already. Can I please just be healthy for another three weeks? Then I'll have a nice long rest in Bermuda coming to me. Just let me get through my finals. Is that so much to ask?
When I get back from Bermuda, this job will be over! If I take another one, it won't be nearly as demanding! No really, it won't! It'll be half the commute! And with nice people! THINGS WILL BE DIFFERENT, I SWEAR!
I promise. I'll take it easy. Hey - not only that, I'm taking a whole 'nuther week off in July! I really will be taking it slower.
I promise myself. I WILL slow down. I WILL stress less next semester.