Well, sort of. It wasn’t terrible.
But I did have to tell my professor that I have a disability (interstitial cystitis falls into that category) and that I need some modifications (bathroom breaks in class without getting stares that send a how-rude message!!) to the course. And an occasional pass for missing class.
I also had to tell him I was going to have to drop a class. I don’t think taking more than a full load with my health problems was going to work out.
I don’t like admitting that I can’t do it all. That I’m not strong enough to “not let my problems hold me back.” Sometimes I am just going to have to slow down. Simplify my life, simplify my time.
I don’t like it, but we don’t like everything do we? All things are possible with God, but I think my definition of what “all things” are are different than his.