February was one of the hardest months I had to experience this year. First problem - exams at my faculty; as always I was more stressed than it was worth... then I went home, spent some time with family and came back here to work on my dissertation. By the end of second week of February mom called to tell me that our dog died. Logically, I know that it had to happen eventually... but I guess one's never ready for something like that. Of course grandma called and tried to console me with: don't cry, you still have two more dogs... That we do have, but with Sophie it was a different story. She grew up with me and my sister, and she was always there with us... to be honest, I still hope that I might see her sitting on the top of stairs in our block of flats, waiting for someone to let her in.
A few days after that I had to go to hospital - I finally found time. I spent five days there. It was noisy and crowdy - it's a university hospital so there are students everywhere. Every day there was at least one group of students asking about my health problems... it was weird... a group of people youger than me by two or three years asking me about my periods... But there was one funny epiosode. There was this student (male) who had to examine me. He told me to lie down, so he could listen to my heartbeat, and then he touched my wrist to take my pulse... I started laughing as I remembered this scene from BBC Sherlock when he's telling Irene "I took your pulse, your pupils dilated...".
Poor boy XD He had no idea what's going on :)
As for me... well, the problem I went with to the hospital turned out not to be a problem big enough, so I didn't get any real treatment for it... but they found something on my liver (they're not really sure what it is) and I'm supposed to be under doctor's care from now on. That doesn't sound good, but there's nothing else to do about that, and besides, better safe than sorry.
I'm still catching up with everything and I'm still behind... I hate it when something interrupts my schedule and I find myself in a situation like a current one. I'll try to do something more about it tomorrow as for today I planned to study for my Spanish test... I don't have high expectations. It's grammar after all and I'm not good at it (I'm grammar blind), no matter how hard I try.
Well I did wonder where you had gone. I am sorry to hear about your circumstances, especially with your dog. I understand it's difficult, I know I'm going to be heartbroken when my dog eventually passes. Big hugs xo
OdpowiedzUsuńThanks. Actually it's a bit better now... sort of, I keep telling myself she's home and just fine, as crazy as it sounds. I guess that's how my brain tries to cope with the fact she's gone.
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