Just when I think I’ve got medication schedules down and have a handle on things, I forget that Med 1 has to be an hour before eating, Med 2 a half an hour before, and Meds 3-infinity have to be taken with food.
Ramifications: I can’t just grab a quick bit on my way out the door to a concert. Missed concert so I could eat, take meds, and function another day. Simple, necessary, and devastating self-care.
Students at my school have such a reputation for getting sick and still making sure the show goes on that the local Starbucks have a cure-all drink named after my school. Boiling apple juice with peppermint tea.
It’s not bad, either.
I took more of my tests as makeups one term than I did with the class.
Although I may have the excuse of being ill and in pain, I’m definitely not the first graduate student to work themselves to physical exhaustion over and over and over again. Especially as I attend a conservatory. No one here knows how to “stop.” Just cadence. 🙂
I’ve “borrowed” ice from the dance department’s physical therapy rooms.
I’ve been lapped by elderly professors taking the stairs to return books to the 6th floor music library… and I took the elevator to the 4th.
#besidesmydiagnosis …the things I have read most are?
Oh my gosh. Books about music. It’s my degree, after all, but I do enjoy it. For other “free reading” – loads of stuff! Books about photography, Cornelius Funke’s Reckless series, A Beautiful Blue Death by Charles Finch, the Magisterium kids series, Jeeves and Wooster stories by P. G. Wodehouse, fantasy by Patricia McKillip, the Penderwicks series… I did just get back from vacation, after all. 🙂 I love reading well-written children’s/tweens/early teens books.
These butterflies are from the margins of the Cordiforme Chansonnier, a book of vocal music from the late 1400s. Its red velvet covers form the shape of a single heart when closed, a double joined heart when opened. This lovely book, when opened, is barely wider than the span of my two hands.
And yes, these are cell phone grabs without a flash, from a morning in an archive with a facsimile. Bad photographer… distracted but enchanted researcher. 😀