I'm sick. Again.
This seems to happen quite regularly to me. Yesterday was worse, today at least I'm in no great pain and I've sweated off most of the fever, if not all of it. To give you an idea how bad yesterday was, my greatest achivement was watching an hour of Australian Idol (which I never watch, ever ever) - crying constantly. Yet did I turn off the television? Or did I just sit there waiting for it to get late enough so I could go to sleep properly, and not just intellectually?
Ben suspects it's because of stress, and I'm starting to belive him. I realised that I have a few days of sickness whenever I don't have to teach. We don't have classes this week, so my immune system has sort of given itself permission to break down. Last time this happened on the first week of semester. I hauled myself in for the lecture on Monday, but then - because there were no tutorials that week - I just lay in bed whimpering. Was that also the week I came to Internship looking like death warmed up? Possibly.
It's quite frightening, the fact that I self-sabotage to the extent that whenever I would have the chance to do research I get sick.
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Still, I have gotten a giggle or two today simply because of this.