Trying to focus and trying to stay careful, but the stress finds lots of ways to come out.
Last month I kept breaking glasses. This time around I've broken the knob on the washing machine. You can still "pull to start" but the threads on the bolt will kind of tear up your skin until you get used to it. I also broke a plate.
But the way in which the test anxiety seems to be most manifest is in self-injury. Not on purpose! At least I hope not. A few weeks ago I burned my forearm in an amateurish hot oil accident. I overstretched my knee last night. Today I scalded other side of same forearm with hot coffee from an urn at Cargo Coffee. For some reason I had part of my arm flush against the little spigot thingy while I was putting the lid on my cup and it activated and hot liquid just slowly seeped out until I felt the scald. The coffee's never that piping hot when I just drink it!
Oh, and I've been losing keys. Today's loss occurred during said coffee scald.
My other injury occurred while I was talking to my dad, trying to convince him that he didn't lose his cell phone as "punishment for his sin" (transgressing Jewish law by going out to lunch on Yom Kippur).* As punishment for my sin (multi-tasking during said phone call instead of listening attentively like dutiful daughter), I got soap in my eye over an hour ago and it still hurts. Playing fetch with Kayla was one of the multiple tasks I was performing instead of being all ears. The soap dispenser misfired in my attempt to wash my hands of dog slobber.
I'm scared again. Oral exams Wednesday.
* ¿¿¿And I wonder why I am the way I am???
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