Today I was supposed to have a day off in order to work on my thesis. Unfortunately at about 2.20am I had to get up and puke, and I was puking all morning. I think there is a bug going round as I think a few people around have had something similar. This afternoon and evening I have stopped barfing, but do have quite spectacular diarrhoea. I know this is all Too Much Information, but you know when you feel sorry for yourself and you just have to tell everyone.
I feel crap 🙁
* marking OU essays, and
* writing a thesis chapter, and
* working full time, while
* trying not to cough up any more of my lungs (a fine image for a professional health promoter, no?).
No wonder I’m knackered.
But, excitingly, today HD and I booked our first proper holiday since our honeymoon almost 2 years ago. We are off adventuring in February, I can’t wait!
I had to go home after lunch today, as I was looking at the screen of my computer and seeing flashing lights and feeling sick, so thinking about my chapter (which was supposed to be in today) just wasn’t going to happen. On the bus, I sat in front of someone who was eating a burger and behind someone who smelt like they had washed with carbolic soap, and had to close my eyes, put my hand over my face and try not to heave as the smells from all sides were overwhelming (normally I’d just think “yuck, that smells” and that would be it, but when I’m in the grip of a headache, it just takes over and all I can think about is how horrible the smell is). I spent the afternoon in a dark room, dozing and dosed up with Migraleve. I felt better when I got up (at 6) but I find after a headache that it feels really weird for the rest of the day. I think they call it “migraine with aura” – it’s really hard to explain, the best I can do is to say it’s like standing on the edge of a cliff (or edge of anything, really). When I quiet myself down, I can feel myself rocking slightly, and eyelids flickering, and I could fall either way.
In other news, I have just found myself in my spam folder. It comes to something when even my own blog hates me! I’m still going to spam in quite a few blogs (Tractor Girl, check your spam folder), which is v. irritating. A girl could get paranoid.
In other other news, we went to a fantastic Celtic Connections gig last night. As with the best ones, the support acts were so good it felt like we’d got our money’s worth even before the main act came on. The main act this time was a Quebecois band called La Bottine Souriante (the support acts were another Quebecois band called Le Vent du Nord and an Irish singer called Julie Fowlis). All 3 acts were absolutely superb – pictures (which aren’t that brilliant, but not too bad) will be on my Glasgow photo blog next week. I didn’t touch a drop of alcohol so I know that the headache wasn’t hangover-related. I did try to read Foucault on the bus on the way to work this morning though, maybe that was what did it.
Today’s drama started early, when I woke up in pain and with severe difficulty in moving my right leg and (especially) make any movement involving my right bum cheek (surprisingly many, it turns out). I couldn’t think of any clumsy walking-into-something-at-right-bum-cheek-level incidents recently, or any unusual twisting or lifting or anything, so decided in the early morning haze that it couldn’t possibly be anything muscular. So I have spent the day diagnosing myself with all sorts of things which I won’t discuss here (especially the particular diagnosis that led to a rather over-dramatised message on HD’s voicemail), and generally making that “ooooohhhhhhrr” sound whenever I either got up or sat down or moved at all really. I’ve just been to the doctor and been assured it’s definitely muscular, so am now feeling rather silly. But it still hurts, so not totally silly.
I’m getting a bit fed up of having to think about and brace myself for any movement – lowering myself onto the toilet, putting on shoes, that sort of thing. Ow 🙁
In other news, it sounds like HD’s interview went well, though we won’t know for a while. But he sounded calm and happy about it (just as well, given that I’m being enough of a drama queen for both of us*) so I’m happy for now.
[*Surely not – Ed]
Yes I know, sharp sticks and all that. BUT I have an evil migraine, including nausea and tinnitus (one of the more unhelpful things I appear to have inherited from my dad – the total inability to suffer fools gladly can be quite fun, but the tinnitus and tendency to arthritic joints are less entertaining) and I’ve struggled to stay upright for any amount of time because my head keeps spinning. So it looks like I’ll be submitting my chapter late again, which I hate doing. I also appear to have a bit of a tummy bug, so I have had to take some nuclear pink Pepto-Bismol (aka liquid Germolene – have you ever smelt that stuff? Urgh!) as well as the horse pills to try and sort out the spinning head.
I feel crap today. Send sympathy 🙁
I’m sure this happened last time too – today the essays I’m going to spend all next week marking are being handed in, and I really feel like I’m coming down with the lurgy. I have a sore throat and a bit of a cough, and a fuzzy headed feeling too. It’s probably all psychosomatic, but is giving me even more ammunition in my “I don’t wanna be a teacher” campaign. It’s bad for your health – official.
I’ve just submitted an abstract to speak at a conference in September (it’ll be a rehash of the talk I will be doing at the end of this month at Scaryconference), and requested a form to do another rehash of the same talk at another conference in June. I have also spent some time doing a (much-needed) sort-out and organisation of my university emails, but really I didn’t have to do it today. It’s just that with the essays being in today, and so me spending all next week marking, I have to finish my conference talk by tomorrow, so the procrastination mechanism is in full flow. When I get home I shall do the ironing and housework, and then wonder why I’m stressed tomorrow.
Life is a bit mad at the moment, apologies for the less-often-than-usual rate of bloggage. We celebrated our one month anniversary yesterday (HD reckons it is therefore a luniversary – whoever would have thought I’d marry someone even more pedantic than me!) by going out for a curry – I think it’s the first time that I’ve eaten at that particular restaurant where I’ve managed to finish the meal and not have to ask for a doggy bag. Twas very nice indeed.
Today I went to the hospital for a physio appointment. I haven’t yet blogged about our honeymoon, but suffice to say I had a comedy fall during it and did some damage, and although I’m no longer walking like Herr Flick of the Gestapo, it’s still not right and I have two appointments for next week as well. Hopefully they’ll sort me out as it’s starting to get very tiresome.
HD’s job situation still isn’t sorted out. We had some bad news about that today and so it is back to the drawing board yet again. I was meant to go to a Celtic Connections concert with some colleagues tonight, but I just came home instead because I was so wound up I wouldn’t have enjoyed it. I just can’t believe that we seem to be finding some really great jobs and then the employers turn out to be idiots.
My w*rk is manic. I am getting really stressed about my thesis and the fact that I’m giving a conference talk in March. I’m sure it will be alright on the night, but I can’t think about any of it without stressing. Teaching restarted this week too, I wish I enjoyed that more. I have to do it, as that’s how my PhD fees are paid, but I find myself really resenting the time it eats out of my PhD.
Oh yeah, and I think I’m coming down with Man Flu. Again.
However, on the plus side we’ll have a new niece or nephew to get to know very very soon (imminently in fact), so that’s cool.
Not only is it Lurgy. It is full-blown Man Flu. Again. Gah.
In other news, I have been on a course today (and am again tomorrow) for the qualitative software I’ll be using in my research. I did the course about a year and a half ago, but that was on the old version of the software which showed promise but I didn’t find totally intuitive. This new (soon to be superceded though) version is much better and I can see myself finding it very useful. I could really have done without it being right now though. I need to lie down in a dark room feeling sorry for myself.
I have got what feels suspiciously like the onset of Lurgy. This is not good.
I asked HD if I could have a drop of his whisky in my tea for a hot toddy. He wouldn’t let me (he drinks posh whisky), and made me open the (wait for it) 1 litre tetrapak of rum that I bought from Romania in the mid-90s, which cost about £1. I haven’t ever quite dared open it – as if rum in a carton wasn’t bizarre enough, this particular rum even has a sell-by date! (of 1996!!!!!*). However, needs must, and I have decanted most of it off into an empty wine bottle (I’m not planning on drinking the entire litre, but if this lurgy takes hold then I’ll be needing more hot toddies, and we can always pour the leftover rum over the Christmas pudding). It looked a bit like engine oil, but I haven’t keeled over yet so hopefully it will do the trick without causing too much gut rot.
* I also have a small carton of vodka with a sell-by date of 1994. Also from Romania, unsurprisingly.
In other news, Virgin Broadband is rubbish. Gah.
I’m having a bit of a funny old day today. I’ve just had some good news from HD which has made me very happy and improved the day enormously though, so that’s good.
Yesterday the Man Flu got worse again and, having felt OK on Saturday, I spent all Sunday morning in bed groaning and feeling miserable and not quite daring to stand up because my head was spinning. But because I had lots of interviews today, I had to get up to prepare, and what would normally take me a couple of hours ended up taking more like 7, and when I finished I realised it was time for bed! So much for a day of rest.
Today’s interviews have been sort of OK, and sort of not that great really. I reckon they would have been fine if I’d done them towards the start of fieldwork, but now I’m in my last week here, I’m really struggling to be arsed with it. I found the first one OK, and thought the second was in the same building (actually it was just up the road, so I went to the wrong office to start with, which didn’t put me in the best mood ever. I’m getting quite tired of trying to locate buildings which don’t have numbers or obvious entrances or have ambiguous street signs and which all look the same as the next building. It’s a wonder I’ve ever found any of these people, let alone interviewed them). The second interview really was a case of “well I’m here so I’ll do the interview but I honestly can’t be doing with it and I’d rather be in bed” so I don’t think the interviewee was that impressed with me, but I felt too ill to care. I then made my way (by dint of quite a bit of a walk and then an unknown bus) to the third, only to find that a. I couldn’t find the building (same reasons as before – no number, no street sign, all look the same) and b. when I phoned the person to ask for directions it turned out she was in a totally different part of town (she had told me the right address, but I had written the address in my diary from a photocopied business card which was clearly out of date). So I had to hot foot it across town and get a taxi (which was a rip-off – I could have got half way to the airport for the price he charged, grrr, but needs must) and was only about 2 minutes late, but I was all sweaty and flustered, and my interviewee had even worse Man Flu than I did so didn’t get the impression she really wanted to talk to me – because it was too painful as well as because I was probably smelly and gross – and croaked her way through it with me spending the whole time praying that the dictaphone would pick up her whispers. I’m sure it’s fine, but if she hadn’t been in a hurry (and ill) and I hadn’t been flustered and kicking myself for being stupid and not checking the right address, it would have been much better. I have another interview this evening and then will be catching up with my one expat friend here as this is our last chance before I leave. Which will be good, but to be honest all I really want to do is go to bed and sleep for a week. No chance of that though – too much to do!