Tomorrow is the deadline for a massive essay and seminar review for my masters. I submitted today. Early! *mini celebration*
It was a struggle. For a start, I was writing on political history which is not my strongest subject. The reading was tough going and very confusing. I knew I had to get it done for today. Tomorrow I’m attending a Pain Summit in Belfast (in my new role as Chronic Pain Girl) so I won’t have time to get to uni to hand it in.
For the last two weeks I have barricaded myself in either my room or a library, leaving only for food or to go to work. Luckily, I am enjoying mild flirtationships with two co-workers so that gave some relief from the pressure. Over the weekend the pain flared up. I began writing on Saturday afternoon with a hot water bottle clamped to my stomach. I couldn’t take as many painkillers as I needed because they make my brain go fuzzy and I needed to be able to concentrate.
But I got them done. I don’t know how but I did it.
Sometimes its little victories like this that spur me on. Being in constant pain can be so disheartening, can make you feel like you’re missing out on so much. My education means everything to me and to retain that part of my life as wholly mine, and not endo’s, is important to me.
Of course, saying that, I am celebrating this mini-victory over pain by going home after I finish work, having a long hot bath and indulging in some Benedict Cumberbatch.