And six months later, it is like finding light bulbs in a cooler...

Six months folks. Six months living on my own. It finally feels normal ;) Tonight I had a bit of an epiphany. One of the lamps blew a light bulb, and I could not find a replacement. I was starving so I took a break from my search to eat dinner. While eating, I had a very strange feeling that they were in the cooler at the bottom of the coat closet. I had a vague recollection of my six-month younger self, throwing things in any box that had any room left at 7:30 the morning of moving day. Somehow the thought of the cooler and the bulbs stuck with me. So I pulled the thing out of the bottom of the closest (of course with stacks of stuff on top of it) and low and behold, there were my light bulbs, safe and sound inside the cooler. The rest of the memory flooded back to me... that morning I was too frantic to wrap anything breakable, so I tossed the bulbs in the cooler, figuring they would be safe there. Genius? Maybe. Eccentric? Probably. How I lived here six months without burning out a bulb? A mystery. But it was an interesting surprise no matter which way you look at it. I forget my lunch, my umbrella, my jacket, people's names, etc on a daily basis. But yet, I had a vision of the light bulbs being placed in the cooler on a crazed morning half a year ago. It goes to show that I still can surprise myself, and the simplest necessities can get lost in the shuffle sometimes. But they still linger there, and apparently still live in my mind. This is good to know.

~Wildflower

Frustration

My a$$ hurts, I can't shower, I can't sit (and therefore can not work), I can't lay on my back, I can't use the bathroom without pieces of gauze falling into the toilet, and I can't exercise in any real fashion. All I can do it sit... excuse me LIE... around like a slug all day. My computer is on the floor and it has become my fort. I am bored as hell... I WANT to go to work!!!!! But that requires sitting. I am absolutely at my frustration level now. I am done. A "sponge bath" took me 20 minutes tonight because I had to do it in stages to ensure bandages did not get wet... including washing my hair in the kitchen sink. I am getting really grumpy, and worse yet, my sense of humor is waning. I guess I am being tested.

Sigh. Ok, that is a little better. Thanks for listening to me complain. I know it is not that bad, I feel a little guilty complaining because a lot of people out there have it much worse. My thoughts are with them now that I have successfully vented.

~Wildflower

LSAT - Update

I didn't think I was going to post it, but decided to do it after all, that way everyone can see the exact story for themselves. I got my score today, it wasn't supposed to come until Monday but it arrived early. I got a 155, which puts me in the 65th percentile... Far below the 80-90 I needed for extra- or full-financial aid. I am trying to look on the positive side of things and tell myself that even though I have been out of college for almost six years, I still scored higher than 65% of test takers. It definitely could have been worse. Still, I can't help be a little disappointed, but life moves on. I haven't given up on law school, I just now need to take some time to figure out my plan B.

Thanks to everyone for supporting me and cheering for me, I really do appreciate it.

~Wildflower