Just closing my eyes and thinking of next semester

Registered for classes last week and it's going to be fantastic. I'm still taking max number of credits but in four classes instead of five, like I usually do. Also, all my classes are in the morning again. I love morning classes and free-ish afternoons, it's how I a) do my best work and b) do any of my work. Next semester will probably be more homework per class (I may have mentioned 50% of my time is devoted to four of my classes put together this semester, the other 50% is devoted to creative writing. What time that leaves for my 4 jobs don't ask me), but it will be classes I LIKE instead of classes I am trudging through (except Chaucer - I like Chaucer!)

I am taking (if you were curious): 18th century british literature and the rise of print culture (AHHHHHH AHHHHH DORKING OUT AHHHH), Spanish lit (oh, I'm going to Mexico for winter term for to re-learn the Spanish so I can take Spanish lit), fiction workshop for creative writing, and then an intro biology course that I want to take so I can take Evolution next semester.

I will also continue as a writing associate for English (probably for the same course I'm doing now, but that is a different story/rant; the course is having trouble because it's a new course and I am oddly invested in making it work), and believe I'll also be TA-ing for intro creative writing. Woo! More jobs!

I just got my blood pressure medication today. Will take it tomorrow and see how it goes. It's parents' weekend! My mom and dad and dog are here. It's fantastic. Oona (the dog) has made so many friends. So have my parents.

This semester's givin' me a heart attack

Okay I actually find it surprisingly difficult to make myself update this blog when things are actually happening health-wise. Which is, I guess, mildly ironic/irrational/wrong since the whole point of this is "hey look I'm immunointeresting and here's how it affects me and here's how it does not affect me because I am functioning in the following ways."

But anyway.

For the past eleven years I have had low blood pressure. Insanely predictable, constant, low blood pressure. I think we decided that "low" is my "normal"...any time by blood pressure comes up average they ask if I am stressed or in pain. Right now, though, my blood pressure is inexplicably high, coinciding with a sudden dip in kidney function, as I found out on Monday.

Dealing with this in the following ways:
-getting on blood pressure medication, less because we think my heart is going to explode and more because it should lessen the pressure in my kidneys and maybe make them function more
-trying to...what's the phrase? Calm the fuck down. Right.
-crying occasionally.
-figuring out how to ask my parents to help me pay for aforementioned new med without worrying them. Made more difficult by the fact that I am perhaps overly worried.
-continuing to do this semester. Taking a break right now to sleep and do laundry since I don't have anything major due tomorrow, then moving on.

Urgh is, I think, the word that best describes this moment.