I feel heavy and I feel tired. I have been busy and yet I feel like I haven’t done anything at all. I think it’s just that there are so many things going on at once: uni, interning, work, family, health, writing, blogging, reading etc. Sometimes I just forget where I’m at and what I actually want to do in my spare time. I think I’m just a bit burnt out at the moment.

Nevertheless, I now have two less assignments on the agenda, my next due on Friday. I think literature review took a bit out of me, especially when I realised I really was going about it the wrong way and had to start rewriting it yesterday. The silver lining is that I more or less have all the resources I need for the next two assignments in that unit. I also have a better understanding of how to write a literature review (not that I have to do another one during this degree).

I’ve spent today rearranging my room, it’s now set out like a small office (desks facing each other, it’s actually made our working paces quite cosy) with our bed off to the side and had a follow-up appointment at the doctors. Low iron and much lower Vitamin D, worse than when I had my first blood test five years ago (and I venture out into the sun way more than then). I have to get an MRI and be assessed for a sleep study recommendation. Though it started out as funny, a little quirky even, my issues with thought and speech are starting to get really frustrating and upsetting and so I hope we can narrow it down soon. I have another appointment to attend next week.

The upside is that I will have all of this as experience, meaning that I can write about it afterwards with elements of reality. I’m still fairly introverted, but the more experiences I gain (of course I’d rather them be positive) the more range my writing may have.