This was one long week. I started classes again on Monday. I can't believe how exhausted I am. On Monday, I went to my fiction seminar, sat for 2 1/2 hours, occasionally said something (in my new, raspy quiet voice) and then went home and felll immediately asleep. Same thing on Tuesday in Graphic Novel. By the end of Pedagogy yesterday, I thought I felt good. I thought maybe the worst is over. Then I got home and noticed my hands were shaky, I hoped it was the medicine, but I knew the truth: I'm overdoing it.
So I told my editors at BWR that I couldn't make our meetings last night, and I skipped last night's Lia Purpura reading. I hate this inability.