It's That Time of Year Again

Finals time.

This year finals week started out promising. Everyone knows that pesky last day of class on Monday is really pointless so school is basically over the Friday (or Thursday) before. So in celebration of the end of the semester, and Jasper's half birthday (his real birthday is in the summer so we can't celebrate that, and besides who would argue with celebrating for a pet?) I threw a party. I'd say is was pretty successful. Jasper enjoyed a kitty sized White Russian and everyone else enjoyed Pimms, punch and beer pong. So the end of the semester was looking up. Saturday night Ryan and I saw Morning Glory, which is refreshingly funny. Harrison Ford, Rachael McAdams, and Diane Keaton are great together and it's a really funny story about a tv show producer trying to save a dying morning show.
Monday I had my last real test, went to an end of the semester party and started feeling like I was getting a cold. Tuesday morning my throat was sore and I felt awful so I spent most of the day in bed sleeping and downing medicine. Tuesday evening I was feeling good, Ryan and I went to see Megamind at the drive in, which was a lot of fun. But by the end of the night I was pretty much dying. Luckily I have an awesome boyfriend who took care of me, got me medicine and vitamin c and put me to bed promising to return the next morning at 6:50 so we could go camp out in the SUB for bowl game tickets. The next morning I could barely swallow my throat was so swollen, but I got my Texas Bowl ticket and made a doctors appointment at the ever so helpful (useless) Baylor Health Clinic. Where the first thing I was told was that I had tonsillitis (really? shocker) and probably mono (because the nurse practitioner is "never wrong"). So I was then put through 3 attempts to draw blood from my tiny veins, all of which failed and left me looking like a heroin addict. It was then suggested that we draw blood from my hands, but I stopped that from happening. There is something about a sick, crying, half not breathing person that makes old ladies feel bad. So it was decided that we would do a finger prick, forgo the CBC and just do a mono test. Well after two attempts at pricking we finally had enough blood and big shock the test was negative. But since the nurse practitioner who was seeing me is never wrong, it was decided that I could go visit the lab the next day to get a full blood and mono test done. In the mean time I was given two different drugs which I took and went back to sleep. So the next day, although I was feeling much better I went to get blood drawn. Luckily we got it out on the first try, two whole vials and big surprise I didn't have mono.
So all in all, it's been an interesting week. I'm not dying, I don't have mono but it does look like I've been shooting up Heroin. One final left on Monday and my senior year is half way over!