I had originally rescheduled my ENT appointment for today, and once I realized I had to take LB to the YOVASO (Youth of Virginia Speak Out), retreat which is being held at a college 2 hours away, I had to re-reschedule. My doctor's appointments are next week, to include a dental exam and cleaning Monday. Tuesday is the ENT and Wednesday is the initial GI consult. I hope to know more about my lump in throat sensation after this time next week.
Anyway. LB, his friend who is also in the club, and I headed out this morning with the intention of me heading back this way to take Exam # 4 for A&P. We left at 9 a.m. and it didn't take the full two hours that Mapquest said it would. I was able to walk in, register the boys, and then drop them off at the dorm they will call home for two nights. By this time it is right around 11 a.m. and I figure I'm o.k. to get back to my college to take the exam. Well for some reason it took a little longer, and as time wore on I had to push the speed limit. (The irony lies with me speeding after just having dropped off LB and his friend at a driving safety retreat.)
I make it back to my area of the world with about enough time to spare to be able to make a pit stop in the ladies room and then to head into the college testing center. The testing center director, Ms. M, is nowhere to be seen. Her assistant tells me she'll go get her. Ms. M. is the only one approved to proctor my A&P exams, that are being proctored so I don't have to drive forever and a day north, when I can just go half the distance.
Let me explain a little about Ms. M. She's a bit high strung. She's really not someone I would envision as working in a testing center because she is so hyper. She exists in a state of fluster. Really, who wants to deal with that when they're already flustered themselves!?
A few mintutes later both women walk into the room and Ms. M is saying something to the effect of "I don't think I'm going to be able to do this!" And of course, she is speaking to me. Apparently Wednesdays are bad days because they often hold new student orientations on Wednesdays. She has to be present during the orientations because she is the testing center director.
I've already had to reschedule this exam from last Wednesday, (when there was no mention of Wednesdays being a problem), to this Wednesday, because of the funeral and such from the week prior eating up my study time. Now I must prolong this agondy even longer.
What is the subject matter I'm being tested on at this point you ask?
The somatic and special senses, and the endocrine system are the units I've been suffering through for the past several weeks now. Aside from a death in the family and us having to make the trip up to NJ, I've also been on Ambien, and subsequently injured. I have not been able to focus on these units.
Ms. M. had said something about tomorrow at 8 a.m. in her verbal vomit and then almost retracted at which point I said, "No, tomorrow at 8 a.m. it is."
Tomorrow will be another early summer morning for me. I'll go take the exam, and then I have to go to Quantico. I dread gong there and usually put it off until the family can't take it anymore. We're at the pont now where we're out of some of the items that make going to the commissarry threre worthwile.
On the way I'm going to embark on some retail therapy. I need something to wear both nights of the reunion weekend.
Oh well, time to make lemons out of lemonade and go study the zillion pages of anatomy diagrams I printed off at the college after nearly throttling Ms. M.