Exiting the tunnel

Thursday, September 11, 2008

This has been the day few days week that never ends. But I finally have good news. Rather lots of it too. Um, but none of it is health related. Feel free to lecture me about advocating for my own healthcare in the comments. I need to hear it. I'm starting the Topamax on Monday and there's a good chance that I might not remember what advocating for one's health is afterwards.

Anyways, I left the house at 6:45 this morning to take a Microbiology test that I was not at all prepared for. I could tell you that I haven't had the time, but we all know that's a lie. I had a week off of work in which I could've learned a lot, but I didn't. However, despite my lousy studying practices, apparently my guessing abilities have blossomed. Because I got an 88 out of 100. This is fantastic news, especially when you discover that the class average was a 48. So, methinks 40 percent above the average is commendable.

Then I went to work, which was, as usual, a giant zoo of chaos.

Somewhere in the middle of my day I got other good, nay, awesome news. Slappy, who is now in his 4th and final (praise the Lord) year of medical school, sent out his residency application last night around 9. As of this morning, he already has an interview at one of the programs. As of this evening, he has 2. And this is his application without any letters of recommendation attached, which is very impressive and awesome. Did I mention it is awesome? because it is. I'm so freaking proud of him.

Then, I left work early for a sporting event on the Northshore. For those not familiar with the geography of New Orleans, there is a big freaking lake here and to get to the northshore, you must drive across a big freaking bridge over the big freaking lake (that sentence originally contained the F bomb 3 times, I censored it because I'm feeling cool like that, yo). Like seriously, a 25 mile long bridge over water. Which is intimidating. It is horrendously frightening when you have to drive said bridge in wind gusting up to 40 miles an hour. Or when the waves in the middle of the big freaking lake are breaking like a foot below the bridge.

(Also, edited to add, because this was too good not to share: I noticed halfway through the drive that something was moving about in the trunk of my car. And then I noticed a smell. And then I remembered that we never removed the bag of CAT FOOD from my trunk from evacuation. So when I finally got across the freaking big lake, I have like a solid inch of cat food in my trunk. And my car smells like a cat's mouth. I'm thinking if I just lock the cat in the trunk for about an hour I'll take care of the mess, but perhaps not the smell.)

But I made it, and the sporting event actually went pretty well, which again, was a wonderful surprise.

To balance out the good, the big freaking bridge was closed by the time I got to leave the sporting event (which was, um, like 8:15pm) and therefore I had to drive AROUND the big freaking lake. I will never again complain about the causeway, because seriously, the amount of time it saves is unreal.

I got home at 9:45, ate dinner, watched America's Next Top Model from last night (don't judge me) and now I'm contemplating the merits of packing. This weekend is my weekend to fly home and bomb take another test, but the weather is concerning. We're not getting a direct hit by Ike by any means, but we are again getting a good bitchslap by the dirty side of it. The winds are a little ridiculous. I might have to switch sides of the broken bed (that's another story for another time) with Slappy tonight so that if the hammock outside our bedroom comes flying in it takes him out first. What? I have a plane to catch tomorrow.

And, finally, as today marked my 35th day without chocolate, I finally got to re-introduce it into my diet. And maybe I've built it up too much in its absence because it was actually not as good as I remember. That said, I'm pretty sure I'll never ever go 35 consecutive days without it again. Hell, I might not go 35 non-consecutive days without it again.

So while it was a 14.5 hour work day and I'm so completely exhausted I might keel over here and now, it was also a day which included a good grade on a test, my husband getting 2 residency interviews, a success at coaching, not dying on the causeway and chocolate. A good day indeed.

Hallelujah. Can it be the weekend now?


Wonderful World of Weiners said...

Yeah for some good news!! And the chocolate will get better. Keep eating it...

Hallie :)

Anonymous said...

YAY good news!! Hopefully you are getting an extended weekend today...not sure if your school closed but it sounded like a lot did. Hope your flight takes off okay!

Daisy, Just Daisy said...

Bring on the chocolate!!

And rock your exam. And, to continue our weird lives, I too am flying to the West Coast today. Seattle here I come. (Cue Twilight Zone music....)

Flea said...

Hoorah! I hate that bridge. I had a lifelong fear of bridges until very recently, and it was because of that one and the Huey P. You know what I mean. Especially driving on an outside lane of the Huey P.

Daisy, Just Daisy said...

Oh and clearly those interviews are in Chicago. Right? Right??!

Lipstick Jungle said...

I too am at almost 30 days no chocolate - until the cookie this morning. But you are right, it doesnt taste quite the same. I wont ever NOT like chocolate, but this is the second time in my later years that I gave it up for a while, and the second time that I didnt crave it once I got past the addiction.

I am glad you had a good news day! I have been watching Ike and thinking about you!

The Floydster said...

Best of luck on your test. Continue to take good care of yourself.

I went over 2 years w/o chocolate, then I regained my sanity and haven't missed too many opportunites to have it since.

Anonymous said...

I'm sorry. I thought I was reading Katie's blog but must have stumbled elsewhere. Who is this having good news? Soooo weird. ;)

katy said...

I hope you are far away from Ike....looks like your area is getting quite a kick from it too.
Good luck with the test.

Becs said...

I have never even been in the state of Louisiana on the off chance that I would somehow find myself on that bridge.

Consider yourself warned - there are about 8,000 bridges in Philadelphia (I know! Who would think?) and they are all at least as tall as three story buildings.

Lanny said...

Go Katie!!! :D