Is just feeling the slightest bit of stress...
I have been sitting in a plastic "adirondack" chair, with my feet propped up on a cat house (or alternately placing my laptop there while hunching over to type) since friday afternoon. Around me, a print copy of my thesis and a bunch of books, tissues, a hammer, moving boxes, dishes, scarves, pens, beer caps, are strewn in an orbit of confusion. My head is in an orbit of confusion.
Last Tuesday I went for a run, it was going pleasantly and I was running fast... until about the 3.5 km mark when I had to turn on my heel and sprint to the university's lovey public washroom. I thought it was listeriosis... later that afternoon while waiting for my loving parents to arrive from Sault Ste. Marie I laid down on the couch feeling ill, feel asleep, and woke up feeling like a wretched piece of discarded filth. I checked and the intense hot knife of pain in my throat was not a listeriosis-like symptom, so no worries there. Mommy and daddy were sad to see me sick. They proceeded to spend the next two days cleaning and packing up my whole apt. while I alternated between working and napping. Thank god for Benadryl, and parents. I gave my parents my bed, and I slept on the floor next to them, mostly because that is the only room in the apt. that is relatively bat/mouse safe, and we all giggled and enjoyed our three night slumber party.
Around this time I also heard from my supervisor that my grammatical stumblings were "enraging" her. We decided to meet on Friday afternoon to wade through 110 pages of idiocy together. It was very sweet of her. Things aren't SO bad but erg. there is a lot to fix. It turns out I just don't think graphically, I need to make a graphic for my conceptual framework but its totally eluding me, as is the actual writing of the conceptual framework for that matter.
Tomorrow I have to move. I'm excited to move, but I used the word "have" because I feel somehow guilty about taking time away from working to accomplish said move. There is also lots of odds and sods that are not packed yet, like all my clothes and dishes, but I'm sure that will happen some time.
I haven't run since Tuesday, due to illness and lack of time. This morning I was supposed to run 18km with the RR but I simply cant justify giving 2+hours up to do that right now. I will go for a little run later though, as I feel sluggish and flubbery.
I'm in relatively good spirits about it all, supervisor still seems to believe I can get it in by Sept. 19, which means I don't pay tuition for the fall and I get a 1500$ bonus for finishing in 6 sessions? Supposedly? This is all quite crucial as I'm rather broke.
OK its almost 8 and I wasted a bunch of time writing this, have a lovely Sunday!
Last Tuesday I went for a run, it was going pleasantly and I was running fast... until about the 3.5 km mark when I had to turn on my heel and sprint to the university's lovey public washroom. I thought it was listeriosis... later that afternoon while waiting for my loving parents to arrive from Sault Ste. Marie I laid down on the couch feeling ill, feel asleep, and woke up feeling like a wretched piece of discarded filth. I checked and the intense hot knife of pain in my throat was not a listeriosis-like symptom, so no worries there. Mommy and daddy were sad to see me sick. They proceeded to spend the next two days cleaning and packing up my whole apt. while I alternated between working and napping. Thank god for Benadryl, and parents. I gave my parents my bed, and I slept on the floor next to them, mostly because that is the only room in the apt. that is relatively bat/mouse safe, and we all giggled and enjoyed our three night slumber party.
Around this time I also heard from my supervisor that my grammatical stumblings were "enraging" her. We decided to meet on Friday afternoon to wade through 110 pages of idiocy together. It was very sweet of her. Things aren't SO bad but erg. there is a lot to fix. It turns out I just don't think graphically, I need to make a graphic for my conceptual framework but its totally eluding me, as is the actual writing of the conceptual framework for that matter.
Tomorrow I have to move. I'm excited to move, but I used the word "have" because I feel somehow guilty about taking time away from working to accomplish said move. There is also lots of odds and sods that are not packed yet, like all my clothes and dishes, but I'm sure that will happen some time.
I haven't run since Tuesday, due to illness and lack of time. This morning I was supposed to run 18km with the RR but I simply cant justify giving 2+hours up to do that right now. I will go for a little run later though, as I feel sluggish and flubbery.
I'm in relatively good spirits about it all, supervisor still seems to believe I can get it in by Sept. 19, which means I don't pay tuition for the fall and I get a 1500$ bonus for finishing in 6 sessions? Supposedly? This is all quite crucial as I'm rather broke.
OK its almost 8 and I wasted a bunch of time writing this, have a lovely Sunday!