Think sleep and Macbeth came to mind...
.... if only because I can't sleep. This marks the latest I have slept in the last week. For some reason, since my birthday, I have been dropping dead asleep at 10 pm every night.
And no, I refuse to blame it on age.
1. Physiotherapist is a marvel. After spending an exorbitant $2 per minute for my physiotherapy session today, officially the highest I have ever paid for physio - no surprises because I have always stuck to public healthcare up to this point- , my back feels functional again. How awesome is that?! I can actually sit without pain now! I'll have to find out whether I can sleep without pain too!, but moral of the story: Love your Allied Healthcare Workers because honestly, the doctor does only one part of your care.
Good Lord, I am beginning to speak like a healthcare official. Gargh.
2. I went back to school for the first time in a long while today for a brilliantly fluffy creative writing class, and goodness, it feels so different. As I told the class instructors it is wonderful back in a less judgmental environment, and boy it is such a change doing something completely impractical and divorced from everyday reality. Never mind that the first class assignment today is to finish reading Ishiguro's The Remains of the Day by this Saturday's class. *Hmmmmmmmmm*
Great, now that I have settled down to update my LJ, I feel sleepy enough for bed. What is this nonsense body Karma granted me with, hellfires and damnation... ...
And no, I refuse to blame it on age.
1. Physiotherapist is a marvel. After spending an exorbitant $2 per minute for my physiotherapy session today, officially the highest I have ever paid for physio - no surprises because I have always stuck to public healthcare up to this point- , my back feels functional again. How awesome is that?! I can actually sit without pain now! I'll have to find out whether I can sleep without pain too!, but moral of the story: Love your Allied Healthcare Workers because honestly, the doctor does only one part of your care.
Good Lord, I am beginning to speak like a healthcare official. Gargh.
2. I went back to school for the first time in a long while today for a brilliantly fluffy creative writing class, and goodness, it feels so different. As I told the class instructors it is wonderful back in a less judgmental environment, and boy it is such a change doing something completely impractical and divorced from everyday reality. Never mind that the first class assignment today is to finish reading Ishiguro's The Remains of the Day by this Saturday's class. *Hmmmmmmmmm*
Great, now that I have settled down to update my LJ, I feel sleepy enough for bed. What is this nonsense body Karma granted me with, hellfires and damnation... ...