While trying to be less of a crisis…
(As of a week ago:)
The room’s sliding. Sideways.
Lack of sleep plus stress leads to more stress and therefore not sleeping well when I do sleep, which in turn leads to even more stress and bodily crisis. This includes my ankle swelling up out of the blue, my shoulders and back going super tense, an inability to thermoregulate, and now I’m really sick.
(Today:)
Joys of antibiotics. I’m feeling better, after four days of fever. I can’t hear that well out of my right ear, and the whole world has the damper pedal on right now. All in all, I’m less of a crisis than I was a week ago, but still quite a crisis.
Today was better than the past week has been. You’d think then that I took a couple steps in the right direction, but really… at the moment I’m procrastinating on reading a short journal article on protein chaperones in favor of revisiting stories I’ve worked on in the past 3 years or so, listening to good music, and generally just being a pile with my laptop on my stomach. I’m practically horizontal. But the quarter’s winding down (up?) and for some reason that makes me feel entitled to procrastinate more and deal with it all high school style. Annnd all this stopped making sense a while ago, so I’m going to sleep. Sleep… indeed ’tis a lovely thing.