I have been sick since last week-end. In fact, I only went to work on Tuesday, spent Wednesday all day at the clinic (as I mentioned before), and have stayed home since then (and won’t be paid). I have so many to dos on my academic list that I have not even rested as much as I should have… though I am getting better. Since I had my third cold since Christmas, I went to the doctor, but he was a total jerk who prescribed antibiotics et al without taking the time to really assess my situation. Heck, he didn’t even glance at me. Later, I found out that it was his usual style. Still, it rattled me.
So, I have not taken the Penicillin at all. Last time a doctor prescribed Penicillin at that clinic, I duly took it every day but I also had a horrible strep throat/laryngitis going on. I’m nowhere near as bad, just have other aggravated symptoms. As I bitched in my Self-Care post, I wasn’t convinced that antibiotics were the solution to my problem. I’m still not well, but I have improved significantly mostly due to drinking liquids, taking lots of vitamin C thanks to citrus fruits, and resting.
I’m just lacking energy, though.
After my three month leave of absence from work ended, I returned to work content that I had thoroughly enjoyed my five courses, felt intellectually stimulated, new avenues of interests had opened up, I made new friends (more or less), and I also did well in my classes, but my health had suffered significantly.
In my naivete, I had thought time off from work would help me get cracking in school, but it was still too much and my sleep regimen and diet suffered. I’m still recovering because I’m still not sleeping well or enough or regularly. I think some of the manifestations of that was cold symptoms. Since it was the third time in as many weeks, I was worried. As it is, my immune system is low, I am overweight, I’m not getting much exercise, I’m hibernating, I’m stressed – all factors that contribute negatively to the well functioning of my body and mind.
In early January, I quickly dropped some classes and stuck with three courses and that is no more than I can handle and work every day. So, tonight, I could have started to write my journal reflections in my European theories class – which I’m behind on. Although the journal is due at the end of the semester, I do not want it to pile up like last semester.
So what do I do? I write on my blog – twice. Anything but study. It’s not even a lack of interest or willingness, but a matter of lethargy, I think. At least, I broke the ice and started to write. You, dear readers, are guinea pigs for my procrastination problem. I’m breaking the ice and the best way to do that is to ruminate on what I’m not doing.
There is lots on my mind: news headlines that shock, dismay, worry or make me laugh, worry about losing my job (depends on the budget for 2012-2013, but rampant cuts are happening left and right in the public sector), some personal concerns, and realizing that the quality of my work-life balance is definitely skewed.
In all this hoopla, I got into Honours, Anthropology!
I’m thrilled though the department almost coerced me to apply. I was perfectly happy in my Joint Specialization in Anthropology and Sociology – I just wanted permission to take the Honours Seminar or an independent/directed reading course. Anyway, it means I’ll finish my degree in a year, one semester later than I had bargained for (Honours Seminars are year long) – but convocation is at the same time in June 2013, so why worry?
In addition, I had sent an abstract to the QPIRG (Quebec Public Interest Research Group) Concordia Study in Action conference.
As an introvert, participating in a conference is the last thing on my mind, but I decided to run against type and risk my ambivalence and the butterflies in my stomach. The conference purports to enable undergraduate students to present research (usually reserved for grad students) in conjunction with community activism. Therefore, my fieldwork on The University of the Streets Cafe at Concordia University was selected. Despite my apprehension and panic, I was thrilled.
I have a few presentations this semester and I am finally starting to welcome the prospect of improving my public speaking skills. In my advanced/senior seminar on International Indigenism, each student is supposed to present and critically analyse readings and lead the class in dicussing them, plus I also need to present readings in my European theories course – with my Armo prof from last semester who insists I was very enthusiastic and in control of last semester’s presentation.
Perhaps, in time, I will stop hyperventilating.
So there is a lot on my plate until Easter. I am seriously considering taking the week before Easter as vacation from work in order to concentrate on a myriad of research papers, fieldwork paper, and presentations. I just hate to waste my vacation like that knowing that I have done that in the past.
Unlike most people I know, I haven’t really had a vacation properly where I have relaxed and disconnected from everything. Plus, A. (who also needs to learn the meaning of vacation) will be in Bordeaux for a week for work in late June. I would love to go there after he wraps up work to spend some time together in Europe – and to celebrate his 40th birthday.
But first, work, work, work and the drudgery of winter.