thoughts from a new phd, current postdoctoral fellow, who has a liberal view on life, love, and happiness.
Monday, January 26, 2009
PhD, three days in.
Friday was wonderful, Saturday was great. Sunday, I had the stomach flu. I couldn't eat anything all day. By the end of the day I was so weak and dehydrated I could barely stand up. I was able to eat a few pieces of toast and drank some 7up. When I woke up I was no longer the very weak person that fell asleep the night before, but my stomach is still killing me. And Spunky had another seizure this morning. I need to work on my thesis corrections and add a couple appendices and I am feeling like total CRAP. It's funny how you stress yourself out enough that as soon as the stress is over your body turns into a giant ball of germs and illness. I need to go back to school this week in order to meet with my boss and deposit my thesis, plus clean out my desk and bench, pass on all my stuff, etc etc. Hopefully I'll feel better soon.