Anxiety

My exam "re-take" is on the 19th. I think I'm gonna throw up. Seriously. I feel so nervous and anxious about this damn thing. I just want it to be the 20th so I don't have to think about this crap any more. Ugh. I know that just walking into the room after the last mess is going to take every once of strength I have, and then to sit down and be grilled by these people!?!?! I seriously can't even make a coherent thought about the things that I am supposed to know.

Last night I had a nightmare about the damn test. It was the morning of and I knew NOTHING. Seriously. I couldn't even make complete sentences about the material that I've been studying. I woke up in a cold sweat and immediately started going over the material in my head. Of course, in my middle-of-the-night-groggy-sleep I couldn't make sense of anything. That, of course, gave me great confidence for today's studying.

In happier news, Bailey has gained 4 pounds! The doc is really happy about this and wants her to pack on another 4 or 5. She no longer looks like she is starving. (She wasn't before but she certainly needed to gain some weight. Four visible ribs is four ribs too many!) This makes everyone happier!