The Return of the Goiter
It hit me pretty fast. I was trucking along, memorizing the symbols of all 92 elements: radon... xenon... krypton... Whoa. It's time to go to bed. Suddenly my eyes are blurring and my body is quivering. I'm probably overdoing the prep for these first exams, but I just don't know what to expect. Everyone tries to reassure me that I'll do great, but the feeling I get in my bio class is alarmingly similar to the feeling I got in my neuropsychology class freshman year. Exams in that class didn't go so well.
In other news, my sister's goiter is getting worse. I went over there tonight to take a look at it. That thing is disturbing. It's bigger now and her hair is falling out again and her fingernails are chipping and her heart rate is low... all the same signs she had before she got on the medication. She had the goiter biopsied in late November and the results still aren't in. That's what you get when you go to County Hospital without insurance. She's calling her endocrinologist tomorrow. Please jesus fuck don't let it be bad news.
Drew's taking a shower. I should go wash my face, get in bed and read my chemistry lab manual so I can start my prelab. But I'd rather look at this.
In other news, my sister's goiter is getting worse. I went over there tonight to take a look at it. That thing is disturbing. It's bigger now and her hair is falling out again and her fingernails are chipping and her heart rate is low... all the same signs she had before she got on the medication. She had the goiter biopsied in late November and the results still aren't in. That's what you get when you go to County Hospital without insurance. She's calling her endocrinologist tomorrow. Please jesus fuck don't let it be bad news.
Drew's taking a shower. I should go wash my face, get in bed and read my chemistry lab manual so I can start my prelab. But I'd rather look at this.
Labels: Little Sister, Postbacc Program
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