Strange Dreams

I dreamt last night that after finishing a philosophy final I realized I had forgotten to answer a long essay question at the end of the test. I found the TA and she gave me my exam back, but I still couldn't focus on the question. Then I was back in high school. My old teacher, Mrs. Kussler was there along with several other people from high school. Also, my classics professor from this term, who was deemed too ill to continue teaching the course two weeks before the end of the semester, was there. She looked horrible. Mrs. Kussler said that my professor had some sort of illness that was like a combination of schitzophrenia and cancer. She opened my classics instructer's skull and removed a huge worm from her brain. Removing it cured the cancer-schitzophrenia. I blame the worm aspect of my dream on the following Nietzsche quote that I recently referred to in a paper:

"For some, life turns out badly: a poisonous worm eats its way to their heart. Let them see to it that their dying turns out that much better." -from Thus Spoke Zarathustra

I am finished with finals as of today. My sciatica seems to have cleared up on its own after a week and a half of suffering.

Time to finish packing. Time to say my goodbyes.

I think I have Sciatica

Sciatica would explain the constant feeling of pins and needles throughout my leg that I've been experiencing all week, the pain in my leg, the muscle spasms and the fact that my leg seems to crumble beneath me whenever I try to use it. Sciatica is usually caused by a herniated spinal disc, and the best thing for it is bed rest, but seeing as I have finals to take and boxes to pack, bed rest is completely out of the question. I have no idea what caused this. I just woke up on Sunday in a lot of pain. I suppose I should see a doctor, or more specifically, a doctor should see me. It really doesn't matter if I actually see him.