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Ugh, Redux
This semester’s going to hurt.
All in all, I might have just finished the least restful winter break of my entire life. My cousins, almost all my maternal cousins, were around for Christmas and New Year’s, the first time we’ve ever been altogether. And, well, why sleep when time is limited and you’re having so much fun? (Even if you’re already sleep deprived from finals?) Especially considering you’d have almost two weeks to catch up on sleep until classes start?
Sigh.
I don’t regret that I spent most of that time in the hospital with my grandmother instead of sleeping. After all, I didn’t have anything really crucial to do (seriously, what’s more important than spending time with my grandmother?), and she has a long road of hospitalization and recovery ahead of her; it’s better that my parents saved their vacation days for when I wouldn’t be around. And it’s not like I have lots of opportunities to spend extended amounts of time with her, regardless of the circumstances.
But, God help me—I’m so tired.
After an almost endless string of doctors and x-rays and IVs and nurses and physical therapists and a cot entirely inconducive to actual rest, not to mention trays of crappy food that you need to coax my grandmother to eat even though I’d sooner eat dog food myself, return to my normal life seems like a dream. My mind seems completely unable to process the fact that classes start in considerably less than 24 hours, and that I should hit the ground running. For that matter, my mind seems unable to process much of anything at all.
Damnit.