I missed a couple weeks checking in. Oops. It was my birthday on the 10th, so I was enjoying birthday weekend revelries with my boyfriend.
Then, as though God had to counter all the enjoyment I’d been having, on the Monday after I began one of the shortest, but worst, periods of my life. I really thought I might die on Monday, and a good portion of Tuesday. My actual period finished up on Wednesday, so it only lasted three days, but I’m pretty sure I bled more in those three days than I ever have before. Heavy flows lead to really bad, painful symptoms, like cramping so hard I have muscle spasms in my arms.
You know what other symptoms I have during the first couple days? A fever. Fatigue. Shortness of breath.
Hey, you know what else has symptoms of fever, fatigue, and shortness of breath? COVID-19. Of course, I knew that the likelihood of having caught COVID and showing such intense symptoms so suddenly was highly unlikely. My rational brain knew these were the same symptoms I’ve been dealing with every 28 days for the last twenty years.
So, I spent the first two days thinking I might be infected. To my current knowledge, I am not. As usual, those symptoms went away by Wednesday morning.
This last week, I started my online summer class. I planned to take anatomy, but after seeing that I had assignments (and occasionally, multiple assignments) due daily, I concluded that class would be best done in the fall, over the full 16 weeks. So instead I’m taking oral communications (aka public speaking), solely because it’s a general education requirement.
I have no problem with that, except that the teacher has apparently never taught online before. I don’t know how the second half of her spring semester went, after the district moved all classes online, but if our first week is any indication I’m pretty sure they all got A’s just because they couldn’t be faulted for nothing working.
Our first assignment was originally due on Friday 6/19 and we are supposed to work with a partner. By Thursday morning, she still hadn’t paired people up. The assignment was pushed back to Monday. It’s been a nightmare. Trying to figure this mess out and start on a class that even the teacher hasn’t really started has consumed me. I’m so irritated.
At this point, I figure June is basically a bust and I’ll start over in July.
That’s how it happens, sometimes.