This week must rate at least Top 7 awful weeks of all time.
Monday: Woke up at 5am to cram for my exam. Flopped the exam. Answered the question I wanted to answer not what was actually asked. Monday night involved me staying up until 4 am, working on Wednesday's exam notes.
Tuesday: Felt like I had been run over by a TANK. Not a bus, not a lorry, but a TANK.
Wednesday: Woke up at 5am to cram for the exam. By the time it got to 9:30am I pretty much knew all my stuff backwards and forwards. I was pretty chilled. WELL this went to pot. My strongest topic was unanswerable. I started answering a question thinking it was all going fairly well. 30 mins in and I referred back to the question. I didn't want to make the same mistake as Monday. No, now that was be just stupid. Well apparently I am just THAT stupid. I had completely misread the question. I panicked, wrote and wrote and wrote making the whole thing worse. I was just about ready to pull my STUPID face off. Kept contradicting myself then left 40 mins to do the last question. Didn't understand the second question and made no actual argument, concluding with a vague "I don't know the right answer". Classic. I didn't go for a run. I drowned my sorrows in tea and watched Never Mind the Buzzcocks with housemate for a Noel Fielding high.
So this brings me to today: I woke up at 7 to go for my run. I was feeling pretty pants on a stick and it was raining but I went anyway. About 10 mins in I started to feel really sick, my vision went blurry and my head started banging. The curse of the migraine. I carried on running partially blind then hurt my leg in not one, but TWO places. By this point I was about ready to throw myself in front of a car. I only ran for 15 mins in total I think. I had to walk home completely disorientated, limping and clutching my head all the while hoping I wasn't going to black out. I can only imagine I looked a TREAT and not even slightly deranged.
I still have a headache as I speak. I only hope tomorrow is far more productive/less horrendous. I am planning on going for a run tomorrow health permitting. I figure no run can ever be as awful as today. It "out-awfuls" that time I got lost for an hour.
I am going to retire to a very dark room now.
Much love from your ever so tragic friend.
THIS BLOG MAKES ME VERY SAD. Cheer up, Drink tea. While there is tea, there is hope :)
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