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My mom is currently on a plane, headed for Seattle. Unfortunately, she has a two hour layover in Chicago-OHare. I hate that place. I've only been to OHare once, and I'd love it if I never had to go again. One of her sisters backed out of travel arrangements because she has pleurisy (inflamation of the membrane around the lungs, very painful, as painful as pneumonia). So it'll just be my mom and my aunt Linda.

I have a rough draft of my second essay.... I had been really freaking out about it. The subjects for the two essays are 1. Personal Statement and 2. Please discuss the most important issue affecting the future of health care delivery in the country in which you intend to practice medicine. What had really been hanging me up about that second essay was the fact that I don't really know where I want to practice medicine. Then I talked to some SGU students and they helped me realize that this essay isn't about setting my plans in stone, but about showing the committee that I have writing and critical thinking skills, and that I have some kind of clue about the world of medicine. Then I realized that the word limit is "approximately 250 words", not the 1500 that I thought it was. What a piece of cake! So I wrote about public education in health matters in the U.S. It still needs a bit of tweaking, but I'm just so glad I finally got it typed! Now I just need to get those two letters of recommendation, get the College Board to send my SAT scores (will need about $50 for that, though), fill out the application basics and come up with the $75 application fee.

I finally got an outfit for Patsy's wedding (it's this Friday). My sister's husband just lost his best friend, so she had to back out of taking me to Boston today for the Dr's appointment and to shop for a dress. So I went to Fashion Bug (Not my first choice by any means) and found an ivory coloured pantsuit. I had really hoped to find a dress, but it'll have to do. It's pretty nice, very classy, just not as feminine and wedding-ish as I'd hoped. I hope Patsy thinks it's okay, since I'm actually going to be taking a small part in the ceremony. The rehearsal is on Thursday, and I'll be helping Patsy and her mom decorate for the reception, then go to the rehearsal and then the (very casual) rehearsal dinner. I can't believe it's happening so fast!

I am finally cleaning my room. If you've ever seen cartoon pictures of teenager's messy rooms, with clothes and crap piled high and a narrow path from the door to the bed, that's pretty much what my bedroom looked like. I am a clean freak everywhere else in the house, but my room has always been a place of chaos. I've been cleaning for days now and it's just starting to look halfway decent. The cats aren't sure what to think of it. This is also another sign of the Prozac working: I am motivated to make postitive changes in my life. Before, I couldn't muster the energy to pick up anything, and I just didn't care. Oh, and I'm watching much less television now.