Right, so following the discussion of my emotional instability since becoming a mother, this post contains all the gory details of what has been occurring in the world of Mummy and Piglet over the past week.
So, first and foremost, like I said, I am back at uni. Being a uni-bee. Student life. LOVE BEING A STUDENT. And, I'm distance learning, so all my lectures are online. Now, to start with, when I realised that I was going to be spending this year distance learning, I was a little disheartened, I felt that I might be missing out on the interaction of going to lectures, and actually being on campus. OH, HOW WRONG I WAS! Distance learning is awesome. Awesome, AWESOME, AWESOME. Here are the reasons why distance learning is awesome:
1) I can watch lectures whilst wearing my pyjama bottoms and slippers.
2) I can pause lectures half way through to go and make a coffee.
3) I can pause lectures whilst I make far more notes than are probably required.
4) I can rewind to watch the bits that I missed when the cats decided that they wanted to sit in front of the laptop.
5) I don't get Lecture Theatre Fog Brain.
I'm assuming you all know about Lecture Theatre Fog Brain? No? Let me elaborate, then. No matter what you have done; how you are feeling; what your mental state is when you walk into a lecture theatre, within five minutes of sitting down, you will be falling asleep. I don't know why, I don't know how, but this is a real thing. You can have slept for 12 hours the night before, be all prepared to fight the fog with 6 black coffees and 8 sugar free red bulls, and still within five minutes, you will be like one of those people on cartoons, attempting to prop your eyes open with match sticks. Lecture theatres are like chloroform.
BUT, if you're distance learning, you can sprawl all over your living room floor in your pyjama bottoms, surrounded by bits of paper, various books, coffee and toast, batting cats away from the screen every 10 seconds, and you probably actually take in more information because your brain is CLEAR. CRYSTAL CLEAR, SUPER SHINY BRAIN. It's fantastic. Honestly. And the lectures that I'm doing at the moment are awesome. Really interesting. I love Chemistry. I am a nerd. I am a huge Chemistry nerd, and I LOVE IT.
I've also been really ill recently. Really ill. More ill than I thought was feasibly possible, which has been a bit horrendous. I think I mentioned in one of my previous posts that Piglet had brought a cold home from nursery and had managed to fight it off, but I'd been hit pretty hard. Well, that's still been going on. I've been ill for like two weeks. And in a lot of pain. PAIN. No painkillers would even touch the agony that was my throat. Utter nightmare.
Piglet and I came down to my parents at the end of last week, as we had been recruited as a tag-team babysitting duo. Mummy and Daddy were going to see Queen and Adam Lambert, so we were looking after Auntie Flip Flop (I was very jealous that they were seeing Queen. Exponentially jealous. They didn't even bring me Brian May's autograph home. Even though I said that they should tell him that I go to Imperial too, so we're basically related through uni... I love Brian May. In fact, Future Husband- if you could just BE Brain May, that would be awesome).
Thursday was actually a bit of an intriguing day in terms of finance-type things. The man who I've been dealing with at SFE emailed me to say that uni had sent over my change of circumstance, so he was passing everything through to the processing department to be dealt with "as a priority". Hopefully this means that everything will be sorted soon. Although I'm being very cautious about it all. Not counting any chickens until the money is physically in my account. I also had a call from Child Maintenance. They were asking if I wanted to collect money from Percy's dad for the time that my application had been open (so, like a month) and said that they were "days away" from making a calculation. I've said yes. Just because, to be honest, I need the money. It's been cold. Gas is expensive. I have been ill. Medicine is expensive. All pennies are welcome. They also asked if I was sure that I wanted to close the case. I said I was. I don't want it. I just don't. So, now, it is just a game of waiting for all the money to (hopefully) appear. Fingers crossed!
I also had another funny "blackout episode" type thing on Thursday. When we were waiting at York. But I managed to stop it from fully coming on. The doctor is wrong, it is not migraines. It's blood pressure. I know it's blood pressure. I said that I get really hot and start to feel light headed when it starts to happen, so as soon as I felt that occurring, I literally sat on the floor, and put my head between my knees (in the middle of York station. I am a very classy, dignified young lady). And, after a couple of minutes, it passed. So, I'm going to go back and ask to see a different doctor. Blood pressure. Not head.
My mummy has her own theory about my blackouts, which is what the second part of this posts title refers to. Mummy says I am now "Too Thin". I have "lost too much weight". That is why I am having blackouts. That is why I am always getting ill. I'm not eating enough. And when she said this to me, it's funny really, because in some ways it's like a reflex, I started to defend my weight loss; "I've been busy; I've had a lot of stress; I've been ill; my tooth has stopped me eating; it's just initial training loss". But (and she loves it when I say this phrase) in some ways, she's probably right. I probably am a little angular at the moment. A little bit too streamlined. But, I don't actually see it. My clothes see it. My scales see it. Clearly, my mummy sees it. But, my mirror does not let me see it. Irregardless, I am making an effort to "eat more". Had a huge piece of cake when we went out for a meal at the weekend (seriously, this cake was like the size of a person). So, yeah. Food. Food is essential. Liking food, Yum, food.
Piglet has been enjoying spending time with everyone. She does enjoy it when there's lots going on around her. She's also been trying to stand up by herself (as in, not supported by sofas/tables). I've been trying to explain to her that she's still too small for that, and needs to wait a bit longer. She doesn't seem to take a lot of notice of me though.... Clearly she's starting as she means to go on!
...Other than that? Not a lot to report. We were supposed to be going home on Sunday, but I was still feeling like The Germ of Death, so we've stayed a little longer. The plan is now to go home tomorrow. I'm very much looking forward to being reunited with the gym (oh the gym, oh how I have MISSED you, gym!) OH. OH. Actually, I do have a story. Regarding the gym. It's really funny:
This is the story of how I got My First Gym Stalker. So, normally when I go to the gym, I am vile. Like, I go to the gym to become a sweaty mess- I do not see the point in paying for a gym membership, and then just standing around, posing like a banana. When I am gyming, I am GYMING. But, last week, Wednesday was a bit of a poser gym day for me, because I was a bit poorly (ie. I was dying, and should not have gone to the gym at all, but I did anyway because I was a stupid girl). So anyway, there was this boy who clocked me as soon as I walked out of the changing room. And then started using the treadmill right next to mine. And then as soon as I got off and moved to the rowing machine, he got off and went on the funny weight thing right behind the rowing machine. And then the situation all got far too stressful, and I couldn't even relax and enjoy the gym, so I ran away. But anyway, I have learned a valuable lesson: if you're actually going to the gym to try and pick up boys, then you have to just pose and not really put any effort into anything at all. Me? I'm going to stick to being a sweaty mess. Because I'd rather have super hot abs than a boyfriend. And- lets face it- I've got way too much on my plate as it is.