Sick.

Tomorrow I have a test to take and a project to turn in. Today, unfortunately, I am sick. I was fighting a scratchy throat throughout the latter part of last week, but yesterday I woke up and it had clearly won the battle. My ears are fuzzy and my head is dizzy, and there are hundreds of fire ants performing a ritualistic dance in the back of my throat. I just doused them in DayQuil, and I have now dragged my sorry butt out of bed to finish typing up my Gordon's Functional Health Patterns project.

I did well on the first two exams in my health assessment class, but this third one covers, among other things, function and physical examination of the neurological system. I'm good with the exam part, but terrible with the anatomy. I have a complete mental block when it comes to memorizing the ascending and descending tracts of the nervous system. Every time I try to force this stuff into my head, my brain glazes over, and all of the information slides back out into a pile on my notes. I'll have another look at it later tonight, hopefully I can get it to stick at least long enough to sit the test...

Tomorrow is my only day of class this week - Wednesday begins the Thanksgiving break. I'm looking forward to Margaret's amazing cooking, making my grandma's green bean casserole recipe, and spending some quality time sleeping. Perhaps the mess in my apartment will get a little attention as well...

In addition to putting up my before and after haircut photos here, I also posted them to my Flickr account. Today I got a stalker-esque comment on one:

"geomai says: That was nice of you for donating your hair and you are still a hottie. In fact I think it looks better short on you."

Flattered? Sure. Creeped out? Little bit... I don't know this guy from Adam. Although, when you put stuff about yourself on the internet you have to expect it, and eventally you do start to get used to it. I've met some really neat people online (*nods to four of the fifteen or so people reading this blog*), and I'm all for making new friends. His only error, I think, was the lack of communique prior to the comment. Generally, before making a comment like this, it seems as though some introductory comment may be in order. (Very often, those comments begin with something along the lines of "Hi, I'm not a stalker...) I think I'll send him a flickr message introducing myself, and perhaps we'll be friends.