It Wasn't A Cold

It was/is strep.  [slow clap]  Braaaa-vo.

I've "probably had it for 4-6 weeks" before I was Dxed a week ago.  This is what grad school has done to me that I worked for 1.5 months with freakin' strep and just pushed through it.  Okay, okay, we're gonna make it.  Words like "final" and "evaluation" are being used and emailed.  It just sucks that words like "streptococcus," "amoxicillin," and "Difulcan" are being uttered with the same gravitas.

8 more work days.
10 more calendar days.
11 more days til I see my sweetheart.
12 days til we leave for home.

I thought I would spend my last two weeks leisurely reading in the test library.  Instead I will be working extremely hard on the reports and College application I planned to have done by now.

Peace, turkeys.
Psyche

Summer Cold

Thunder Bay is not a warm place.  Generally there are 2 weeks of some pretty awesome summer, though.  Not so much this year. 

Also, I have the dreaded "summer cold."  All this makes me feel better about the fact that I have not taken down the xmas tree decorations from this fake plant in my apartment.

Nothing profound to say, I'm just plain old sick.  Send soup.

26 more days to go.

Twenty-nine Today

Okay.  29 more days to go...

I cried in supervision because, well, Dr. D. is awesome.  She's been a healing relationship for me and I'm going to really miss her.  After some of the experiences I've had, being able to come into supervision and freely discuss countertransference issues and my fears and faults has been amazing.  I wasn't sure I was going to graduate having had this experience.  Then along came Dr. D.  I want another year with her, not going away from her.  Sigh...

And when I teared up in supervision, she did too.  It was wonderful.  I'll probably have 2 or 3 more sessions with her.  I hope I can be this to someone during my career.

:)