There’s a whirlwind that blows thorugh each of lives once in a while - the one that changes and shakes things up. It could be a chill wind, making you pay more attention to the things around you, or, converesly, it could be a warm breeze, as soft as the carress of a loved one.
I went back to uni this week. Headache and all. Effective memory of three and a bit hours (so my lectures are taped or I forget. My workshops are taped or I forget). My other half says I’m no different, but I feel different, and for someone that lives, most of her life, in a room in her head - in a scenario in her novel (hence the slightly vacant expression sometimes), as someone that has difficulty quantifying the contact she needs in the real world, and the bits she can do without, this week has been both fun - and painful.
First up - my headaches get worse when I’m at lectures. Last night, by the time we went to bed, I felt like someone was stabbing me in the eye with a sharp pencil, just below the eye socket. Like they were looping through with some paperclip, and latching onto the bone inside my head. So, after thinking about it, and researching some, I’ve stopped putting it off. I’m going to go get my meds, obediently take the therapy (to be fair, it’s migrane tablets, similar to my sumatriptain - paracetamol, and cyclazine) and find a way to explain why I’m vague (vallium perhaps, on the days I take it to make me sleep (which, at the moment, is at a ratio of about one in three/one in five).
Mostly, I’m annoyed with the company responsible for all of this. If they’d had cleaned the floor, this would never have happened. I wouldn’t have slipped - I wouldn’t have fallen, and I wouldn’t need to read character sketches every morning to remind myself who my main characters are. University’s first day would have been sheer bliss, instead of bliss, punctuated by embarrasing throwing up (mercifully, not in front of anyone), and pain.
Mainly now though, I’m back to writing. Our book choices this year look brilliant. Our anthologies are still being used, as promised, and we’ve got some supplimental texts to grab - which is eminently doable.
University, for me - is a warm breeze, that sometimes turns ice cold to remind me to pay attention. It’s an amazing experience that leaves me excited and breathless going into class - and coming out of it. And most of all - it’s giving me ‘new’. New perspective, new freinds, new writing projects. I never want it to end.
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