Tuesday, 8 February 2011

I should really go to sleep, I have to wake up in little over 7 hours for class and since I didn't make it to either of my intro lectures yesterday I haven't exactly started the semester off as I mean to go on. Looks like I'm going to have to work a lot harder if I want to stick to my NYR. Especially since I looked over the class notes I missed and my brain melted into mush. Behavioural Neuroscience blows my mind. The first lecture looked intense so I seriously need to get my act together...


In my defense, I didn't miss class out of pure laziness, I managed to get myself a cold earlier in the week, recover for a day and a half and then get another even worse cold. I think I must have the worlds worst immune system.

Slightly unrelated but I literally just spent a whole ten minutes trying to figure out why my spelling of "defense" was getting little wiggly red lines underneath. I was starting to feel a bit stupid (my spelling is usually pretty good!) when I realised what was up... darn you American spelling defaults confusing my poor tired little brain!!!

Anyway, there is a reason that it's almost 2am and I'm not happily away in slumber land and that's because, finally, after missing my original appointment by confusing the time, I have to go to the dentist tomorrow. I'm having the first of my two nasty, nasty, nasty dental procedures. I've brushed my teeth about six times today in the hope that they will miraculously recover and I won't be walking away tomorrow with a swollen face and drooling like I've regressed about 19 years. Oh and did I mention I'm a massive wimp and am totally not looking forward to having a giant anaesthetic needle poked into my gum. I'm not scared of the needle, that I can cope with, it's just the bloody pain I can't handle. I'm a big baby really.

I have a theory for my complete avoidance of all pain inducing situations. I've never really felt pain, as such. I don't want to jinx myself so *touches wood* but... I've never broken any bones, or had any nasty childhood mishaps, or ended up in hospital for one reason or another. The most I ever managed was a few scraped knees when I rode my bicycle too fast around the cul-de-sac and went flying into one of my neighbours driveways. Oh and the first time I've ever been stung by anything was actually last year, just when I'd started my blog. A wasp got me (very bottom 2nd Sept) when Tony and I went for award winning fish and chips in the beautiful seaside town of Anstruther, just minutes away from St Andrews and I had to drive back enduring the most pain I've ever been through... Yeah, I have my fair share of scars, but usually because I had the gross habit of picking my scabs, not really because I had any serious war wounds. Obviously I wasn't adventurous enough as a child... So my theory is, that since I don't really know serious pain, I get a sickly feeling over the littlest things, like needle pricks and paper cuts. Wahahaha what a huge wimp I truly am!

Righto, I must, must sleep now. I promised a blog post about the dentist for Christine so you have that to look forward to. Let's hope it's not as bad as I'm imagining in my head...

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