I hate my clavicle.

I think the universe is testing my skills as a human being. This week is supposed to be incredibly busy, but yet every time I try to plan something out I go right back to the beginning. My day looked like this:

7:00 Wake up
8:15 Orthopedics follow up appointment. Got films and doctor declared that I could go back to work with a 5 pound lifting restriction. Um...what? I am supposed to work on Thursday, so this kinda throws a wrench in things.
9:30 Go to school to finish up studying for exam.
11:00 Incredibly condescending meeting about how we should act at the donor reception for my scholarship in two weeks. Such advice as "Don't get drunk!" and "Make eye contact!" was dispensed. I'll keep that in mind.
1:00 FNP I test. More on that later.
2:00 Visit with employee health RN. She asks if my boss knows about the lifting restriction yet (no, because I have had pretty much no time to call her) and where I work (critical care). She says that she will call my boss to see if there's any light duty I can do, but if there's not I'll just have to stay on leave. My boss doesn't answer because she's in a meeting but will call back.
2:30 Since I thought I was going to miss this but had time instead, I decided to go to the research scholars meeting where we discussed methods for our upcoming study. I was basically brain dead and useless throughout the whole meeting.
4:30 Met friends and Andrew at a local bar to air grievances about the test. Apparently the highest grade anyone got was an 83 (80 is passing in our school) and at the review our professor said they would go over the questions. Yeah, I hope so.

I am more than a little upset about our tests. First of all, there were many spelling and grammatical errors on the test. It is hard for me to take something seriously when it is obvious that is was never proofread in the first place. Second, the amount of nonsensical, nit picking bullshit on that test was incredible. Questions like "At approximately what percentage body fat has it been theorized a girl must have before menarche? A. 15% B. 17% C. 25% D. 30%" Are you serious? Lastly, there was so much content to go over on these online modules that it was impossible to draw from it the key points of what was really important. You can't post a million links and powerpoints and MP3s and panoptos on blackboard and expect factoids about percentages to be retained. Stupid.

Anyway, tomorrow will be slower because I only have one class in which I watch a movie and I get to pick up my CSA. Hopefully it will be less stupid.