March 25th. Monday
Again, I’m excited about my body’s own dysfunctionality, but still. What they said was going to happen is happening, and that’s good news to me. I read a few Accutane reviews about how the drug didn’t even work for some people. Which would just be the worst. I don’t know enough about pharmacology to know whether they’d still experience all of the symptoms or whether nothing at all would happen but that would suck. All the struggle for no results. Sounds awful. Claravis isn’t that expensive, but if Accutane doesn’t work for you, I don’t know what will. Hopefully there’s something left you haven’t tried, even though Accutane should be the last thing that you try. Agh. Don’t want to think about it. I’m sure there are other remedies. I need to believe there are other remedies.
No change in acne. No surprises there, but it’s worth noting. I’m traveling tomorrow, which always takes a toll on my face. Without fail, I break out when I’m flying. I have long days of work at school that are sometimes far more stressful that jetting around, so my guess is that it has something to do with the air pressure? Is it just me?
I’m leaving for school tomorrow. Spring break couldn’t have ended quickly enough. I’m not in a great place with school; I’m doing fine in classes and all, but I’m finding it really hard to find my groove these days. Keeping up with my social life and work as an RA has been a hell of an accomplishment, and I felt like I was doing it just fine before spring break, but something feels off right now. I wasn’t ready to come home and be stuck lying around, vegetating for two weeks. If I was doing something right now, it would make this waiting game much easier to bear I think. I’m the kind of person that always needs to be doing something. If my mind doesn’t have something to eat, work on, learn, or process, it eats itself. And that’s what’s happening right now.
Also, I have s little something with a little someone special waiting for me back at school. More on that later. 🙂
I’ll be back tomorrow though. It’ll be one hell of a trip (flying from the Midwest to Hartford, Connecticut, then bussing up to Vermont). I’ll be in transit for something like 9 hours. Nothing but fun ahead of me.