It's really scary sometimes when you have to go to the doctor. Especially after not going for a few years and now being required to see him. As much as I saw the doctor when I was little, I can't get over how scared I was to see him yesterday. I guess I figured he'd give me some sort of antibiotics that would help, but he didn't. Instead he offered me some sheet that was basically an information packet as to what he believes I have.

I got my blood drawn to eliminate the possibility of anything serious. I've got a bruise in my arm to proove it. I have to go in for more tests in two weeks so we'll see how that turns out. If I don't see my symptoms improving I might have to go ahead and take it slow this semester. I'm intending on taking sixteen units, but if my body doesn't agree to that I'll cut back to thirteen...which means I would have to start working again.

Anyway, I know this is usually not the greatest tone for a blog. I think I just needed to write it out to put this problem into perspective. Maybe I'm pushing myself too hard, or expecting too much of myself. I admit I am stronger than I was a year ago, but I almost feel at what expense? I'm now stuck in the possibility that I will have to perhaps have to make a LOT of adjustments in my life...and that's just really scary.

To change the tone from this boo-hoo blog I will say I tested for my karate belt today. I got the okay from the Sensei and so I have now moved up from 8th kyu to 7th kyu. It will take quite awhile before I get to 6th kyu I think, but I can't say I'm not excited to get there. My legs have gotten soo much stronger with the extra training I've put in on Wednesdays. I could see it in my kicks and my stances. Stances that used to render me offbalence or cause me pain now don't hurt at all. Kicks that used to be sooo difficult to do have become second nature. My legs are able to hold my body up nicely when I kick. My kicks are able to remain in the air for a longer amount of time. My cat-stances are better, not perfect, but better. Definitely better than what I had before.

Anyway, I went there this morning and was so nervous and then did my test and passed. I'm sooo relieved about that. So much so that I wanna celebrate. I'm gonna have to come up with a new drink to drink though. I'm hoping to eventually wean myself off of soda....permanently. It's going to take a lot of work, but I'm now down to one soda per day and I think if I can find myself a new drink apart from water then I'll be fine. Tea seems to be working well for me so far so maybe I'll stick with that. :)

I hope those of you who read this don't take me as some sort of manic-depressive. I realize that it's a very dark blog at the beginning, but I had a very dark day yesterday. Today I had a relatively light day apart from the stress of my test. I am fine.:)