I am taking ten classes this semester. TEN. I don’t know why I thought this was a good idea, but it’s how it worked out. Normally, I’m all over how insanely busy this is keeping me, but…
This week, I was sick with a sinus infection. A pretty bad sinus infection. I cannot recall ever being this ill or this miserable from being ill. I was essentially in bed for 2 days. I missed a week’s worth of 5 of my classes and a few more besides. As if missing class wasn’t bad enough, it’s not like I was the kind of sick where I could kind of do things sometimes. I was pretty much wiped out by it for those two days. I’m someone who pushes through illness at pretty much all costs and hates missing class, but I just couldn’t this week, not with this infection.
So now I need to catch up on everything I’ve missed. 200+ pages of reading. Two response journals. Learning to play several percussion instruments I’ve never touched for a playing test Tuesday. French diction test Monday over material I missed. Two four-page papers. A take-home quiz. On top of my regular practicing for lessons, piano, and ensembles.
Honestly, all that in a weekend, I could manage, even with the fact that I’m still a struggling to breathe kind of sick. But no. This weekend is women’s choral festival. Which I agreed to host before I got sick and cannot back out of and will take up my entire day until 4pm or so on Saturday.
I know everyone has shit on their plates. I know this. My plate is just a little fuller than normal right now, and while I know I’m going to be okay and find a way to manage…I just do not know exactly how that’s going to happen right now.
