And this is how we study...part II

Autumn has come to New Haven.  It now routinely goes down to about 40 degrees at night, and tops out around 55 or 60 during the day.  Making a long story extremely short, we're too poor to turn the heat on.  I'm not going to think about what we're going to do in January.  But for now, what we do is this...

Slippers.  Socks, two pairs.  Thick sweatpants.  Undershirt, long-sleeve shirt, sweatshirt.  Fleece bathrobe.  Blanket.  Fingerless gloves (because I still need to type).  Hat.  Periodic trips to the bathroom that involve lots of jumping to restart blood pumping to frozen extremities.  And spending lots of time at school and at the hospital where the cost of heat has already been absorbed by my loans.

Sleeping is a whole other issue.  Let's put it this way, sometimes we fight about who gets to have the cats on their bed because of the snuggling warmth they provide.

Stay warm, everyone!

And this is how we study in nursing school...

Don't ever think that your sense of humor atrophies in direct correlation with the number of hours you spend studying cardiac.  Well, maybe that depends on what you think is funny.  Give me three hours of sleep, an alarm set for 5 AM in order to study for two hours before school, and it's surprising how hilarious these will become.  

One last groan-worthy moment of (attempted) humor:

I met a boy a few weeks ago.
(This is actually true, this is not just for the purpose of making dumb cardiac jokes.)
I really, really like him.
He gives me premature ventricular contractions...

...he makes my heart skip a beat.

Come onnnn, Friday

Yesterday, Birdie would. not. stop. crying.  I think she's teething.  Cold washcloths, pacifiers, and being carried around constantly were all only semi-effective.  In the light of this morning, I feel much more sympathy for her, but yesterday, much of my sympathy was directed at yours truly.

Yesterday, Rupert ripped open two trash bags and strewed their contents across the entire apartment.

Yesterday, I got started on a crying jag around 2 PM that didn't stop until I fell asleep.  No joke.  I was even sniffling as I said goodbye to Birdie's mom and met with Rupert's future dog-walker.

Today, my alarms (two of them) didn't go off and so I am up an hour later for studying (MY LAST DAY OF STUDYING BEFORE MY GRE HOLY SHIT HOW DID THIS HAPPEN) than I had planned to be.

Today, my studying will be interrupted to go buy an alarm clock.  Preferably one of those big honkin' black ones with red digital numbers that has an obnoxiously loud alarm.  Missing my test because I didn't wake up is NOT in my plans for tomorrow.

Tomorrow, my test (that will determine my entire future...no, I am not the slightest bit dramatic or fatalistic or prone to blowing things wayyyy out of proportion) is at 8:30 AM.  This is during rush hour, which means all the trains will be running wonky, and cabs will be impossible.  I will most likely be leaving two hours early and showing up at the center by 7 AM.

Sooo....can this week be over now?  Please?