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Programming Woes
Oct. 25th, 2006 07:45 pmMy Introduction to Programming instructor hasn't removed me from his roster yet, so I can still see the discussion board & e-mails from the class. Every single person is having a lot of trouble with the class, the main thing being an uncommunicative instructor. I'm glad to see that my problems weren't just because I'm a complete moron where Java is concerned.
Rob's got a flu bug on top of still dealing w/his rhoids. He's pretty miserable, and all he's been doing is sleeping. I'm right there with him - but I have to go to work. Blegh.
Tomorrow, I have my yearly gynecologist appointment, get my b/c refilled. Every year I get a new doctor. I would have kept last year's gynecologist but he fucked up my prescription & I kept having to call it in every 3 months, and then there'd be a delay while his office coordinated w/the pharmacy. My cycle's all screwed up - I get PMS 2 weeks after I actually get my period... so it's like a week of PMS woes, then nothing for a week, and then I bleed, and no matter how I fiddle w/my pills, I can't get it to coincide this year. I'm going to have to grin & bear the break-outs & just take a month or two off the pill & start everything all over again, even though that's what happened in April. This is the first female gynecologist I'm going to go see, and she's just a GYN, no OB, so maybe the office won't be so perpetually over-crowded. I don't know why I'm so nervous about an old lady looking at my twat when I've had hundreds of old men & non-medical-profession women look at it. I've even had an OB/GYN tell a room full of interns that I had a 'beautiful, text-book perfect cervix' - but the idea of a female GYN makes me anxious. I'm like, 'am I too hairy or too bald?'...
Ah, enough angst. My sleep schedule is messed up because I was preparing to be up during the day for my mid-term. I also have to watch a film on the liberation of the concentration camps, and for some reason, I'm resistant to the whole concept. I have to watch it & then write a critique of it. A small part of my brain is at a point where it no longer wants to see gore or disturbing war & police photos... or watch ghost movies or Saw III, for that matter - even though I really enjoyed the first two.
Rob's got a flu bug on top of still dealing w/his rhoids. He's pretty miserable, and all he's been doing is sleeping. I'm right there with him - but I have to go to work. Blegh.
Tomorrow, I have my yearly gynecologist appointment, get my b/c refilled. Every year I get a new doctor. I would have kept last year's gynecologist but he fucked up my prescription & I kept having to call it in every 3 months, and then there'd be a delay while his office coordinated w/the pharmacy. My cycle's all screwed up - I get PMS 2 weeks after I actually get my period... so it's like a week of PMS woes, then nothing for a week, and then I bleed, and no matter how I fiddle w/my pills, I can't get it to coincide this year. I'm going to have to grin & bear the break-outs & just take a month or two off the pill & start everything all over again, even though that's what happened in April. This is the first female gynecologist I'm going to go see, and she's just a GYN, no OB, so maybe the office won't be so perpetually over-crowded. I don't know why I'm so nervous about an old lady looking at my twat when I've had hundreds of old men & non-medical-profession women look at it. I've even had an OB/GYN tell a room full of interns that I had a 'beautiful, text-book perfect cervix' - but the idea of a female GYN makes me anxious. I'm like, 'am I too hairy or too bald?'...
Ah, enough angst. My sleep schedule is messed up because I was preparing to be up during the day for my mid-term. I also have to watch a film on the liberation of the concentration camps, and for some reason, I'm resistant to the whole concept. I have to watch it & then write a critique of it. A small part of my brain is at a point where it no longer wants to see gore or disturbing war & police photos... or watch ghost movies or Saw III, for that matter - even though I really enjoyed the first two.
