So that flu turned out to be bronchitis. I broke down and went to the urgent care room yesterday, where I was told that I am at the tailend of some post-viral bronchial spasmatic uckness. He had me breathe into a tube a few times and laughed at my lack of lung capacity. Then he gave me an inhaler, said "we treat it like asthma" and told me to get some rest. I'm addicted to my inhaler, and think I will never be able to breathe without it again.

Still waiting on MPRE scores... and job offers... and the motivation I need to write this damned writing requirment that is apparently mandated in order to graduate.

Anyhow, I haven't abandoned things, just been super-sicko.