Long time no post

Ah, the beginning of another *good* week. I have felt a little out-of-control throughout a lot of this, and weirdly enough, there is really is something cool and reassuring about knowing that one week definitely will be horrid, and the next week will be fine.

Last week wasn't as bad as the first bad week, though bad enough that I feel no desire to wax long about symptoms and misery. Take them as read. I did start to lose my hair, more and more each day. By Tuesday, I started looking like my own grampa, and now, I think, a little more like an elf (or, according to Brie, like Tintin, the old comic character).

This is from a few days ago -- it's gotten thinner still, but there's still plenty. And now I can hear some of you saying, "hey, you knew your hair was going to fall out -- what's the big?" Good question. We did know it was going to go, but strangely, we thought it would go all at once, and ta da! Cute baldness. Instead it's been slow, and strange, and everytime I look in the mirror, I'm startled all over again.

School has been going. I finally managed to find a place near my classes where I can lie down between classes on bad weeks, and it's weird that my worst trauma some days is forcing myself to take the elevator up to the 4th floor on bad weeks. I almost never take an elevator, and the whole time I'm waiting for it, I want to say, "really, I'm sick" to everyone who walks by. Really, bad weeks, the whole plan is conservation of energy. Even when I'm feeling okay, I know that I still have to make it through the rest of the week, and I can't let myself get overtired. Brie has even been shuttling me to school and back during bad week, which I know is a pain for her, but worth it in exhaustion avoided.

And Mindy, if you see this -- you may be amused to note that so far in my program, the social studies teachers all seem to be the most liberal, and the math teachers the most politically conservative. Apparently, we're both teaching what we should be teaching.