Change is Painful

I have four days left until Graduation, and I've finished all of my schoolwork and exams except my thesis (as you can see from the below post), which is due in two days. I'm making good progress on it, but not spectacular. I think it'll turn out well and on time, though. I just need to put some serious time in tomorrow and then Friday morning.

I'm ecstatic about Graduation. The moving out and everything is going to be really hectic, as is the fitting work in between family visits and moving, but I know that it'll all turn out all right if I take things one step at a time. But I'm really looking forward to all of the receptions and my parents meeting my professors and getting to go out to dinner at The Rock (amazing pizza place) and (because I'm shallow) Graduation money to help pay bills and rent now that I'll be living with Trevor.

The painful parts are both physical and emotional. I'm stressed, which is never fun, but not nearly as badly as I would've been stressed if I weren't on Lithium. There's going to be a lot to plan and a lot to do and that can be frustrating. And I'm trying not to think about how much I'm going to miss UPS and living with my housemates and all of the wonderful things I have here. I know they'll be replaced (though never completely) by new experiences.

The physical pain mostly happened today, when I sliced my thumb open with a boxcutter while trying to open a knife sharpener (ironic, no?) at Wren's new apartment. I proceeded to bleed all over the counter and worry about staining the new dish rag Wren gave me to hold against the wound while Wren took charge and determined that I didn't need to go to the hospital. I apparently knicked the nail bed (I refuse to look the wound for fear of fainting), which is why it hurts so badly. I have this really squeamish reaction to any kind of cuts or stabs, so I'm being a huge wuss about the whole thing. Thankfully, it's my left thumb, which is the only finger one does not need to type regularly with. There is a God!