Well, the results are in and I had an elevated result on my glucose test yesterday. Translation: big fat F. Alternative translation: now instead of drinking the icky juice and having my blood drawn once, I get to go in after fasting, have blood drawn, drink icky juice, and then wait around for three hours and have my blood drawn three more times. And I get to miss class because of it, because I have absolutely zero time in my schedule next week what with the 20 hour drive to Kansas and the bazillion things that have to be pushed to the start of the week and... it sucks.
It's also our anniversary today and Jonathan is home sick while I'm at school all day until at least 6 with clients. And I have a test tomorrow that I haven't even started studying for. And I need to go to bed early because tomorrow I wake up at 5:30, leave the house by 6:30, and get home at 8.
Good thing yesterday was a good day, because today? Not so much.
It's also our anniversary today and Jonathan is home sick while I'm at school all day until at least 6 with clients. And I have a test tomorrow that I haven't even started studying for. And I need to go to bed early because tomorrow I wake up at 5:30, leave the house by 6:30, and get home at 8.
Good thing yesterday was a good day, because today? Not so much.
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