hell week
I pretty much wasted my Saturday, but I've fed myself two out of three meals and washed the dishes piling up in my sink, so it's not like I totally rotted away in bed, I guess. I woke up at a respectable 7 a.m., made breakfast and ate it, and promptly passed out again before waking up at 1 p.m. to my parents calling from home.
I guess I should've expected my body would shut down on the first available free day. I got sick in the middle of this hellish week, probably in the worst way possible: I walked out early from my (probably failed) histology exam because my nails were genuinely turning purple and I could feel the fever taking hold in my body. Okay, maybe not the worst, but it was right up there with the time I got a crazy bad migraine on a random day in high school and spent the whole afternoon trying to hold back tears in class.
It's been such a long week. And month. And semester. I think I definitely blew my chances of graduating with Latin honors this time, although I do still have senior year to try and claw my way back up. I don't know. I don't know if I have the willpower to keep trying. Most days I don't even want to do my dishes or my laundry.
I still have a ton of work to get through before the semester is over, but the rest of this evening is just for chores and sleep, hopefully. When I sat down to write this post I was going to do something entirely different, but I ended up writing this instead, so I guess that's what I needed to get out. I hope you're remembering to take care of yourself, too.