We’ve moved on to this in my weekly collage class. A class (2.5 hrs) that is totally owning my butt. I believe this is the correct terminology. I keep telling people that I think my tutor is trying to kill me because the classes cause me so much pain. I’ve used dip pens and nibs for almost a decade, but this is different. It’s learning to write all over again, but with arms and hands that are 36 and a bit fucked. Tiring and also intense. But ultimately enjoyable. I’ve finally got a routine for the day. I make sure I have an hour to travel to the class, and I have enough money with me to have lunch at the college. After that, after angry* coffee, class and food, I am too exhausted to do anything else.
Which is why I’m glad it’s 1/2 term and I don’t have a class.
I have a lot of things to do. First on the list is cancel my Mental Health Nurse’s attending my WCA on Friday. Why? Why? After it took you 8 months to get representation? Because Maximus have cancelled it again. I think this is the 3rd time. They’ve told me to call the DWP. I did, they told me that my claim is being processed. I don’t know what that means. They cancelled the WCA last week, but I’ve only just got round to writing about it, because I’ve been a mess.
The mess is the mess I get when I have a week like this one pending: apart from my WCA on Friday, this week marks the anniversary of my Mother’s Death. I think that’s enough to be messed up by. I’ve had my period too. Which is GREAT. Every day I’ve not had a thing, I’ve been asleep. I slept the whole weekend. I’ve not have a poo in ever so long. And I’m stressed. I’m emotional, powerfully depressed and doing the same thing every day. I’ve not read anything in weeks. I’ve listened to the same audiobook over and over and over and I’ve done the same with TV. I need some proper refreshing sleep and a lot of veg to eat.
*The filter coffee at my Adult Ed college is like burnt soil, it tastes angry.