From Wednesday to Sunday, I read, researched, and wrote. Brief relief came in the form of my Inklings meeting on Friday evening (Inklings is a writing group that I belong to) and church on Sunday morning. Aside from those two interruptions, I clocked in an approximate 40+ hours of work. And no, I didn't get it finished, since most of the work was research for my biggest paper of the semester, which I will be writing over my spring "break". I had planned to finish writing the three short papers (all due by Tuesday) on Sunday after church. I wasn't feeling well, however, so it was slow going, with me occasionally drifting off mid-sentence.
Then the migraine and the upset stomach hit. Sunday night found me reeling from pain and nausea. I struggled to keep reading, but gave up after the optical disturbances set in, making the words on the pages dance in sickening circles. By two in the morning, I was huddled over a basin, emptying the contents of my stomach, whimpering piteously between rounds. The headache grew, showing no mercy to its unfortunate victim. By three in the morning, I looked and felt like a battered and torn leaf caught in a raging hurricane.
Since due dates know no mercy, I was up at the crack of dawn, ignoring the lingering pain as I furiously typed a book review about a book that I could scarcely recall reading. It's not my finest work, but at least I got it done. I shall now attempt to get one of tomorrow's papers finished before leaving for my class. I am Grad-Girl; hear me roar.
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