Mixed Feelings

I just finished my “treatments” supplemental. I passed, but just barely.

Not pleased.

I’m not sure that it is the stress of the up coming surgery that has messed me up, or just the stress of redoing this exam.

There are only six weeks of classes until midterms. Before that happens I totally want to get some tutoring for this course. – I am so deeply disappointed. I have always done well, and the beginning of the term was a breeze.

Sigh.
Moving on.

Today I got an email from a friend of mine who works at the hospital that I will be having my surgery at. He has arranged to have two people that he feels are the best for my surgery to be present.

I feel so much better that there is some one looking out for me from the inside. And really I am touched that he went though so much effort on my behalf. This is going to make Friday so much easier.

And finally, the ultimate mixed feelings. My very wonderful friends T and S have just bought a house in Nova Scotia. What was once an hour and a half dive to visit them will now be an hour flight and a two hour drive. The fact that they are farther away is going to be a really big drag. Yet at the same time this is such a good move for them. They will have three times as much property than they do right now, they are in an area that will be a great area for there business. The photos if the house are beautiful, perfect for them and there children. T kept on telling me how they will have a guest room, “lots of room for you to visit!” they have also managed to snag a twelve acre woodlot across the street and T has said that it will be possible for me to come hunting on his land.

I am so happy for them, this will be perfect for them. But I am so bummed that they will be so far away.

Many mixed feelings.

Introducing, Mr Flushie.

Because it seems that all I have been posting is an endless stream of bad news, I bring you some good news.

After years of gentle prodding... Oh hell who am I kidding? After years of begging, the Haggis has deemed it necessary that we should replace the toilet upstairs.

The old toilet had an unfortunate habit of not quite flushing.. er, thoroughly. Leaving one with some embarrassing, and possibly smelly aftermath. The solution to this gross dilemma was to have a bucket next to the old toilet, and when it did not perform its duties up to par, (which was quite frequently) we would have to re-flush whilst simultaneously pouring said bucket of water into the toilet bowl.

Irritating. Time consuming, and very environmentally unfriendly.

The old toilet had a 13 liter tank and often required multiple flushings plus applications of buckets of water.

Mr flushie only uses 6 liters of water.

Mr flushie never fails in his duty.

I'm so happy!

FUCK FUCK FUCK

I have to do a supplemental.

This fucks a bunch of things up.

Crap.

Relieved

I just finished my "Treatments" oral practical exam.

This is the most complicated and difficult exam that I have had so far. The "Treatments" exam has become a mix of anatomy, (three muscle palpations, two bony landmarks and one nerve distribution pattern) Client assessment, (informed consent and two orthopedic tests) and of course the treatment phase.

The amount of information to process was shocking, and I think I have been studying none stop for two weeks. I can’t even begin to say how bloody relieved I am that this stupid test is over.

How did I do?

No clue. None what so ever. I well and truly suck at trying to figure out how I do at Oral Practical exams.

Right now, I have a belly full of awesome Indian food, two really good beers, and there a cat on one side of me on the couch and the Haggis on the other.

Life doesn’t get much better than that.