Recyclops

Exam time has fallen upon Western just like every other Ontario Univeristy and it has brought me no joy. I have 6 courses this term, which is one more than usual. My last possible day of class my anatomy professor decided to throw a test on the last possible day.
Wonderful
My other class I have a Practical exam called an HHA (Holistic Health Assessment) where I have to go in to our clinical lab and do a focused assessment on an older aged actor that the program has hired to act out symptoms. The scenarios that these actors will act out are all likely what we will come across in our Long Term Care clinical setting next term.
So 5 Written Exams, 1 Practical Exam and 1 Test in 3 weeks.

Lovely.

The exams and test have all gone alright, but the best was the HHA. We partnered up and I met my actor patient. A white guy who was named “Mr. Cheung”.
My partner was chinese and our white Mr. Cheung had abdominal pain on top of the fact that he could barely speak english (he was acting that he couldn’t speak english).
Enter irony
Turns out our white actor could actually speak Cantonese. As we enter he starts rattling off cantonese to my partner and they have a little China party while I’m standing there like the white guy who lived in China for a month but can’t seem to remember one word of the language.
When the assessment resumed it went really well. My prof let me know that I was one of the better ones in my class.

This past week I was sick with a cold, or a bit of the flu or something that made me hate my life. Nothing like waking up to pain while talking, pressure on your temples and ears and having to walk outside in the freezing to exams. Good times.
I usually don’t like to medicate, but I just went all out on this thing. I took DayQuill, Cold Attacks and was literally counting down the hours till when I could pop two NyQuill.
After two days I felt way better, until this morning again I started to feel worse. I hadn’t stopped taking medication, so I was kind of upset with this present immunity dysfunction. Until I looked at the recycling bin in my room.
In September I continually emptied my recycling bin faithfully every week. My roommate always said he would do it next time, but he never did so I just continuted to do it.
Then I realized by being the mature one, and just taking the recycling down everytime, I was also being a big push over.
Solution: allow recycling to build up to the point until it is nearly intolerable to live with, or beside.
This surely is the best way to go about it.
I realized that the cause of my sickness may have been because of the ever growing organism that is my recycling bin that co-exists with me in my room. I had a dream about how I continually became sick because of recycling.
We’ll See….