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[65/365] Alarming
Mar. 6th, 2019 09:24 amFor the second time in three days, either my alarm didn't go off or I turned it off in my sleep.
On Monday I woke up only ten minutes later than I should've, and with a lot of rushing, the start of a two-day headache, and a hectic tone set for the whole day, I made it on time.
Today I woke up two hours later than I should've, just as my class was starting. It's the one with all the small-group work too, so I really hate to miss it.
But the adrenaline rush of seeing the time and then realizing what'd happened and panicking left me feeling really ill, to the point of throwing up, so I wasn't fibbing when I messaged the group apologizing and saying I was ill. It was frustrating because I could easily miss the lecture part of the class and turn up for the second half, the group work, but I've been bursting into tears and laughing at things that aren't funny and my stomach still doesn't feel good. I think I'm more disturbed at sleeping in twice this week already and it's only Wednesday.
I hate that little things can throw me this much. Objectively I know it's not the end of the world to miss a class, even if we've got a group project that needs to progress every week (I think I'm more disturbed at sleeping in twice this week already and it's only Wednesday). But my body just overreacts and then I have to spend an amount of time ranging from Annoying to Insurmountable trying to get it back on an even keel again.
I told myself I'd spend the morning catching up on work for another class, where I have absolutely tons, and I've been sitting at the computer for half an hour but I can't even concentrate on that. I thought if I wrote it out I might feel a little better for telling someone. Here's hoping.
On Monday I woke up only ten minutes later than I should've, and with a lot of rushing, the start of a two-day headache, and a hectic tone set for the whole day, I made it on time.
Today I woke up two hours later than I should've, just as my class was starting. It's the one with all the small-group work too, so I really hate to miss it.
But the adrenaline rush of seeing the time and then realizing what'd happened and panicking left me feeling really ill, to the point of throwing up, so I wasn't fibbing when I messaged the group apologizing and saying I was ill. It was frustrating because I could easily miss the lecture part of the class and turn up for the second half, the group work, but I've been bursting into tears and laughing at things that aren't funny and my stomach still doesn't feel good. I think I'm more disturbed at sleeping in twice this week already and it's only Wednesday.
I hate that little things can throw me this much. Objectively I know it's not the end of the world to miss a class, even if we've got a group project that needs to progress every week (I think I'm more disturbed at sleeping in twice this week already and it's only Wednesday). But my body just overreacts and then I have to spend an amount of time ranging from Annoying to Insurmountable trying to get it back on an even keel again.
I told myself I'd spend the morning catching up on work for another class, where I have absolutely tons, and I've been sitting at the computer for half an hour but I can't even concentrate on that. I thought if I wrote it out I might feel a little better for telling someone. Here's hoping.