The Idiocy of Nabz...

I was rudely woken up this morning - by myself. I was having this dream in which I was stuck on campus in this massive storm - the lights had gone out, and I was in this part of campus that I'm not the most fond of (because it's so far from where everything is - ie food). And all of a sudden, at 4.30am, I woke myself up - well my stomach region woke me up - not with hunger, but with an extraordinarily sharp and deep pain. 

So I freaked out, convincing myself that I had appendicitis - because what else would hurt so much? Yes, I'm not the most mentally-awake person in the mornings, let alone on mornings such as these. I ran into my mom's bedroom - shook her awake - and demanded that she take me to the clinic (which opened at 9am - yes I could've waited until 8.30am to wake her up but when you're in pain, you don't think of things like that).

I tried going back to bed after this, and found it hard - I couldn't sleep, but finally i fell into a doze at around 5.30am. Then I was up at 7.30 so I could register for my courses and then tried wandering around the house until my mom woke up, but was in too much pain...so I sat on my bed and did nothing.

I didn't end up going to the clinic, because I had a brainwave and decided to go to my doctor instead. So I sat in the small room, waiting for her, and her impending diagnosis, and when it came, I breathed a sigh of relief - because I have a badly pulled muscle and no appendicitis. It's quite badly pulled though - because I can barely walk, and it hurts when I laugh, or when I eat, or when I bend down to change the song on my computer (this is my laptop), or when I go to put hot water in my mug for some tea...

sigh...it might have been the yoga, it might have been sleep (trust me - I once sprained my wrist trying to shut-off my alarm clock - although this was after I'd just had surgery on that wrist so it was already half-messed).