The Craziness Continues

In the last four days I have gotten approximately 9 hours of sleep total. I pulled four all nighters in a row because I had so much to do. It is now 3:00 in the morning. I have nothing do. Everything is finished. Why am I still awake?? I am still awake because I can't sleep. Figure that one out and I will pay you big bucks. This morning I went to my 7:50 a complete zombie. My friend Elizabeth had the brilliant idea to stop at McConn to grab some coffee before we went to class. This idea perked me up a great deal. However, coffee, best friend, was soon to become my greatest enemy. As it was a bitter cold day, I took the precaution of taking my asthma inhaler before leaving my room. This medication never fails to make me very jittery and shaky for a good hour. Also as sleep and I have not been on speaking terms lately, I was so fatigued that I was (and am still) very shaky. I never thought that this would be a problem until I filled up my cup with piping hot thin mint coffee. As I walked towards the counter with visions of sugar and half & half dancing before my bleary and puffy eyes my hands began to violently shake with the strain of carrying such a heavy coffee cup. All at once boiling hot coffee splashed out of the cup and onto nice pink mittens that were covering my hands. My mental processes were running very slowly this morning and as my hands burned, this is what I thought "oh I spilled, I bet that coffee is hot, blast I just washed my gloves..." By the time I realized that taking off my gloves would be a good idea, the damage was already done. Yes, ladies and gentlemen I burned my hand. It's kind of bad too. I have a ginormous blister next to my thumb and it keeps getting bigger. All through my history of the Middle East and Africa class my hand was on fire. Because of it's location on my hand I couldn't even take notes. Instead I sat there for half the class with a bottle of cold apple juice perched on top of my wound and after I drank all of the apple juice I left and filled the bottle up with cold water and covered my burn with a wet (from the water) Kleenex. All the while my dear "friend" Carolyn laughed at me and my professor gave me weird looks. Oh yes it was a great day. After my 7:50 I am generally able to take a 3 hour nap before having to get ready for my next class. I raced home, jumped back into my pj's, ministered to my battle wound, and crawled into bed. My burn hurt so bad that I had to get up like every 15 mins and go run my hand under cold water. Finally I grabbed a wet paper towel and took that into bed with me hoping that would be enough to stop the pain so that I could fall asleep. It was not to be. I still had to get up every 15 mins. So I laid in my bed, exhausted for 2 hours and 45 minutes. Fifteen minutes before my alarm went off I finally fell asleep. My life is ridiculous. I wanted to post a picture of my burn but my camera broke so you will just have to use your imagination. It used to look like Argentina, but has since morphed into a Christmas stocking.