This week has been challenging to say the least. Uni resumed this week. Ph.D course training involving math and statistics, labs, tutorials, and just general things. Of course this was exactly the time for my insomnia to flare up, meaning that I was getting around 3-4 hours a night of sleep, maybe. This was a huge change from the 10-12 hours of sleep I had been getting. I spent most of the week in some sort of caffeine fueled zombie daze.
As money is pretty much non-existant, meals have been carb heavy, and lacking in needed protein. I feel ick (and not just because I’ve been washing the few items of clothing that still fit me by hand- thank goodness the washer has been fixed!) and the scale isn’t happy. I’m not happy.
I took time off from the gym since I was too tired to get there, let alone workout. This may have been a blessing in disguise, as it gave me time to rest my still ailing knee. I did manage one mid day spin class and a lot of walking up and down stairs and hills and uni, but nothing compared to usual. At least from this point on I know that I will only have to worry about one day on campus, as opposed to 5. It’s been so long since I’ve had to manage a work/school/life balance.
There was also this constant, nagging worry in my mind all week. My dad has been in the hospital. If you’ve been following me on Twitter, you know a little about what I’m saying. I haven’t really had the words for it; it’s just a bit too soon (for me) to go through this again so far away. My dad has been diagnosed with cancer. I still don’t really know much more than that, until I hear more from my sister; it’s hard with the time difference and all.
And I just don’t have any words.
EDIT: It’s lung cancer, which I knew, but according to my sister it’s also in his lymph nodes. That’s all that is known at this time; we don’t know what stage/prognosis/treatment as of yet.