Six weeks ago, I think, I injured my right arm when I mistook being on the final step but was one short. I quickly grabbed the rail and just laughed it off, telling myself off for being such a nob. Little did I know at the time that I had just injured my arm, though it wouldn’t really present for a few weeks, and more so a few weeks after that.
So it was this week when I finally went to my physiotherapist, a wonderful man who hails from Gujarat, India, that he said to me: “You look stressed!” I hadn’t really considered how I was feeling till he mentioned it, assignment work was really starting to impact upon me, as were all the late nights staying up for coursework. It was now clearly written across my face, I was trying my dardest to fein happiness whilst feeling like crap, I was exhausted from several days of really crap sleep.
Last night it hit the fan, so to speak, stressed to the max, I had to go for a drive and get out of the house, away from the computer. A few minutes by the ocean helped a little, even if it was completely dark, it soothed. Today, I managed to complete the assignment and submit this evening, two days ahead of deadline.
I’ve just read my next assignment requirements, and am less than thrilled. No rest for me. I am looking forward to this unit ending now. I need the rest desperately.