Look at these awesome drawings of Pearl and the Beard that Danielle Corsetto drew!!
(If you click the pictures you can see more of Danielle’s beautiful artwork!)
You rock, Danielle!
Friday will mark eight months since the start of my PhD. I have to admit that the relationship is a bit strained, and has been for a couple of months now.
PhD stresses have combined with worries over family and finances over the last few months, and it all seems to have finally taken its toll. Came down with an illness yesterday; thought it was just a cold, but after 10.5 hours at uni, I got home and all but collapsed, aching all over. It’s been a long time since I’ve been exhausted to the point of uncontrollable tears.
Inconvenient timing, of course, but when is illness ever convenient? I was due to send another draft off to my supervisors on Friday, which didn’t happen because it wasn’t ready (they want a complete document, and it was still missing some sections). I postponed it til Monday (yesterday), and felt like I was on track to send it off by the evening. Somehow, I managed to potter through the day despite feeling increasingly ill. But as soon as I got home, something finally gave way and I didn’t have the energy to fight. From bed, I emailed my supervisors to let them know the draft would be postponed again, hopefully only until the morning.
Though I am feeling better today, I can feel tiredness throbbing in my head, though it seems to be staying away thanks to painkillers. And again, the draft is set back and I feel derailed once again. In spite of my obvious exhaustion and need for a break, I can’t help but feel guilty for taking the day off from writing. I think I am slowly going mad…
- Jade (my niece): Why are you giving me another hug?
- Jen (my sister): I'm giving you another hug just for good measure.
- Jade: ...hugs are not for measuring.