WHY is it that, you can sit all day waiting for a call from the garage yet they manage to call when you're in the bathroom?
OVERHEARD:
small child, crying inconsolably
frustrated female voice: But I thought you liked your new haircut
child, between sobs: I DO, but we left my hair at the shop!
I had a bit of a breakdown at Easter - physical, mental, whatever. Stress, overwork, whatever. Basically back to the full post viral fatigue sort of symptoms I had 15 years ago without a precursor virus, coupled with stronger brain issues than I remember (lack of concentration, patchy memory, can't multi-task, fog patches, emotional lability) and depression stuff. I don't THINK I've had COVID at any point - I've been super cautious, and in the couple of weeks running up to hitting the wall I didn't go on campus (I've been having more migraines/eye infections/bad stomach days, and the trimester was winding down anyway so I could work from home more often) - but boy have I been subjected to long term overwork and stress. Anyway. And I got guilted (partly by myself, partly by external parties) into doing some marking throughout most of my sick leave. I'm very slowly upping my work hours, but I'm kind of sticking around 20-25 hours (which isn't so bad given I'm contracted for 30 hours, but it's been taking 45-55+ hours to just about keep up with my assigned duties... so I am falling SO BEHIND!!). Life, never ceases to throw curve balls does it?
