I’m studying. Again.
You see, I have another sporadically scheduled treatment planning exam this Tuesday. I had one last Tuesday (which got cancelled… And has yet to be rescheduled… UGH). It seems that I have a “get me to do something” sign taped to my face. This week’s topic is Rectal Cancer. Last week’s was Small Cell Lung Cancer. We can’t get much further apart.
I spent my morning picking up a few things at the grocery store and cleaning (ah, I do love a clean house (just don’t look in the guest/to-be-baby room or our room)). I have mac and cheese in the slow cooker and the oven preheating to make some veggie crisps (looked like a good idea on the internet). Patrick is playing Wii with his little brother with Big Brothers Big Sisters (great organization, by the way).
I decided to hole up finally and get some studying done.
I can’t study on my own anymore. I have these two study buddies. One goes everywhere with me, thanks to a little thing I call the placenta. The other is the feline that can only travel as far as the confines of the apartment (hypothetically).
Plus, the placenta attached study buddy is having a small dance party in my uterus.
Clearly these folks are not the best study partners. They did not get the memo.
So, I’m updating my phone and my laptop and writing a blog post. With a textbook open in front of me. If it is open, it at least half counts, right?