Not my semester

In order, since March 31st:

1. The mildly sprained ankle that turned out to be severely sprained, and the jury is still out pending MRI results as to whether it's even more than a sprain.

2. The painful, complicated breakup.

3. The unrelenting stomach pain that, after a year, finally became severe enough to warrant an emergency visit to a gastoenterologist, who, perplexed by incongruous test results and the lack of response to pain medication, ordered at least one procedure within the week.

4. The death of my beloved fish.

I suppose this is one way to end it with a bang...