Story
This week my professors and grad school did a great job of killing me with 12 assignments due. Yesterday was a rough day....I babysat in the morning (not so rough). Then I came talked to a friend in class and I realized that I had not critiqued my paper that was due in about 4 hours. UGH, STRESS, WHAT WAS I THINKING??? Right now I was on the edge of breaking down. I had printed off a copy the night before so I began editing the paper. Once I was done editing I pulled up my paper, and realized I only saved the 1st two paragraphs (no idea how that happened cause it has NEVER happened). Now I have about an hour before I have to leave for class, and I am desperately trying to type this paper (officially breaking down with tears). I finish my paper drive to class in Spring. Then the madness of calls and texts from friends and family to make sure I am not dying in the Bryan Chemical Fire. After class finishes up I have a full blown migraine, and I stop by my aunt's house to get some medicine and make sure I can get to my apartment. I got home and rested on the couch for a while trying to decide whether or not to go to The MED. When I decided to go to bed and sleep it off.....Until I stood up, ran to the bathroom, and vomited 2 times. I had to face the facts and went to The MED, get 2 shots, took pics for my mama, and slept in super late this morning.