Temporarily malfunctioning
If I could find the will to post something interesting I would. It's not as if I haven't been busy, just that the little happy spark has disappeared from life at present. I'm being followed around by this shadow of despondency, struggling to sleep at night and spending the daylight hours wandering around like a blank eyed zombie. Time to get a grip
After 10 months of waiting for my insurance money to be paid out, after 10 months of recurrent pain and the loss of my lovely bike, I still have nothing. FUCK! Now it's heading down litigation alley and me, I'm just sick of waiting and wanting. How can it be just? All I want is to replace what was destroyed and get some proper treatment, I don't even have the energy to be angry any more - although I do still think that all insurance companies are outfits designed to provide shelter for evil vampiric demons.
Talk about heaving a world weary sigh - time to put my life on hold for another year while I work all the time, attempt not to sleep through lectures and cram some clients in whenever I have a spare moment. I'm not looking forward to the challenge, more dreading the mess that life is about to become.
I'm tired and a bit poor and even at this point feeling a teensy bit jealous of an autistic 26 year old blind savant musical genius with the mental age of a 4 year old. That's a bit crap really.
It's also time to get the dissertation show on the road. What do you fancy? Heavy metal toxicity, metallothienine and autism, or perhaps the role of bacteria in the gut-brain connection and its impact on mental health? Really I just need some inspiration, motivation and encouragement, else I'll just crumble into a heap in the corner.
I'm going to give up, go to bed and stare at the ceiling for a bit.
After 10 months of waiting for my insurance money to be paid out, after 10 months of recurrent pain and the loss of my lovely bike, I still have nothing. FUCK! Now it's heading down litigation alley and me, I'm just sick of waiting and wanting. How can it be just? All I want is to replace what was destroyed and get some proper treatment, I don't even have the energy to be angry any more - although I do still think that all insurance companies are outfits designed to provide shelter for evil vampiric demons.
Talk about heaving a world weary sigh - time to put my life on hold for another year while I work all the time, attempt not to sleep through lectures and cram some clients in whenever I have a spare moment. I'm not looking forward to the challenge, more dreading the mess that life is about to become.
I'm tired and a bit poor and even at this point feeling a teensy bit jealous of an autistic 26 year old blind savant musical genius with the mental age of a 4 year old. That's a bit crap really.
It's also time to get the dissertation show on the road. What do you fancy? Heavy metal toxicity, metallothienine and autism, or perhaps the role of bacteria in the gut-brain connection and its impact on mental health? Really I just need some inspiration, motivation and encouragement, else I'll just crumble into a heap in the corner.
I'm going to give up, go to bed and stare at the ceiling for a bit.