I'm back.

Well it happened. The curse I've been avoiding for years- three of them, to be more on the money- finally hit me. I have 'senioritis.' I hate that overused, completely unspecific word, so I'll clairfy. I am sitting in bed and I do not, for anything at all, not even physical therapy, want to get up. Now, let's seperate this from laziness, they are not the same thing, I'm just having that 'no-reason-to-do-anything-at-all-right-now' lack of motivation that forces me to think, hey, those two lab write-ups that are due today, when are they really due, I mean, when do they absolutely HAVE to be in? And then I think to myself, well, not until 1300, so reasonably, I could start them at 1100 and be fine.
Fine, but not great. This is where As that I have become Bs that I don't want.
Procrastination sucks. I KNEW I should have dropped out of High School and gone to a Buddhist temple in Sri Lanka when I was a junior, and I wouldn't be facing this mess.

I'd be half-way to enlightenment by now.

Okay so anyway, my knee surgery went great if you consider a replaced ACL, a torn MCL and a half-torn barely salvaged sewn up medial meniscus. "great." Turns out this rugby player is benched. For like 6 months. Which may very well preclude me from playing in the national championships this year, which I don't even want to begin thinking about because it is beyond where I'm at right now. Currently, my mind is on being able to bend and straighten my knee, walk on it sans crutches and pain-free, and begin to use stairs again. Huh. Did I mention how much this sucks?

Uh, what else, home was nice, kind of, my Senior Seminar presentation is 9 days away and I am SO not ready yet (I will be, I will, I will....I hope?), and the Red Sox won the World Series so really, no matter what my weekend could not be looked down upon in any way.

More later.

There goes my left knee.

So it's been an interesting, emotionally trying, and extremely busy last few weeks. Apparently my boyfriend does know I exist. Apparently he reads my facebook closely enough to visit my blog. I am an asshole.



In other news, my MRI came back and the news is.... horrible! :)



Yeah, I have a complete acute tear of my ACL, a partial but severe tear of my MCL, and my medial meniscus is also torn. So, I do indeed have the "unhappy triad." It should be called the "miserable and frustratingly motion-limiting triad." I am scheduled to fly home this Wednesday, get surgery on Thursday, recover until that Tuesday, and fly back to school on Wednesday morning in order to make it to Organic Chemistry class, which, by the way, I have an A in. Yeah, my midterm grades are and A in OChem, A in Senior Seminar, B in Air Force (stupid memos) and an A in Dendrology and Silvics. Trees get annoying after a while.



The surgeon and various doctors told me I'll be in misery for 2 weeks and should be laid up and go nowhere. I said "how's 5 days?", cause that's my limit. I have to go to class, period, end of story, no argument. Of course the complete recovery time is 6-9 months, and that's not gonna work because I have to run a PT test and pass a level III flight physical before I can commission. Now, on my scheduled graduation/commissioning/pinning date of May 10th...which, let's do the math, means I have to get surgery NOW in order to have any chance in hell of making that date. What else...

Uhm, let's see, I'm swamped with paperwork, assignments, insurance claims, and of course my job... hmmm. Overall, I am not enjoying myself because of the injury- but being busy actually compensated by making me rather happy. And getting mail, too. That makes me happy. :)



Gotta get back to it...

Fidelitas...

MCATs came back.
Guess who could reasonably, but will NOT, apply to Medical School this year.
Me.

I promised myself for money's sake and time's sake (and the fact that I am wicked wicked wicked excited to start a career as an officer in the Air Force... handle my own finances, train in California, get my base assignment, and learn totally top-secret shit about nuclear missiles and space launches of sattelites) that if I did not earn a certain "guaranteed in" MCAT score, I'd say screw it and commission.

So I know what I'm going to be doing, and holy cow does it feel great. I'm doing what I've been training for and busting my ass working towards for literally 7 years. I'm going to be an Air Force officer and I'm going to be a missilier. (And then anywhere from 2-4 years in I'm going to reassess, decide how badly I still want Med School... and probably re-take my MCATs and apply...)

In other news, hopefully I don't go completely bat shit mad before I get there, cause they generally don't pin butter bars on crazy people. So, off to managing my research and ignoring the fact that my boyfriend no longer realizes I exist, because I'm really good at things like that.

What was that saying....? Oh yeah, such is life.