Week of doom...

Week before last, had the worst time.  Monday Talked to Raina on the phone then decided to cry because I missed her and all my other friends in Dallas.  Tuesday Got on the scale and realized that I should cry all night about being fat.  Poor Preston never saw it coming that I would be texting him about it. Wednesday I am walking into the hospital to get my patient information for Thursday and BOOM crack my right ankles in the cute new wedges I bought to wear on that day.  Felt like I broke my whole leg, I was just waiting for it to swell up like a melon.  Thursday I am doing my clinical on a half broken ankle when at lunch time, I am looking right while crossing a hallway and BOOM get hit on the left side with a dude pushing the food cart.  It hurt! It was about 6 ft tall and full of food.  HE was very apologetic although all I could seem to think about was exactly how big my bruise would be on my shoulder. Then Friday I found out I failed my test...soooo perfect week.  Glad it is way over and never have to see it again!