Same old

Now that Dad is doing better (he is walking, although still with assistance, his speech is almost 100%, and his hand is gaining in strength every day), I feel more comfortable about being back in Saskatoon. I can focus on my studies again. Now back to the same old stress.
I don't know which is worse - The stress of my Dad's recovery, or the stress of the exam. Before it was definately Dad's surgery and recovery. I still don't think Iwill ever feel like that again, nor do I ever want to. Now though, with him improving, it is the exam.
The heart palpitations, the nausea, the constant worry. I don't know if I could do this again. The despair, the tears, the gripping looming blackness.
Well, one week today and both written components will be over and one with.

Wish me luck.