Feeling trapped again
A page in the diary "A Day in the Life Of..."
Written by babz 2. Jun 2008 07:10 PM
Well, I'm muddling along OK I guess. This week is the last week of uni for the semester, then I have two exams on the 17th and the 19th of this month. Isn't that going to be oh-so-much fun? For those of you playing along at home the correct answer is 'no, it won't'.
You see this semester has been a bit of a rollercoaster ride to say the least, so I haven't exactly been the most studious person on the planet. I've kept up with my sociology unit but in my international relations unit I've not done a lot of the readings and didn't go to about 1/3 of the lectures and have yet to listen to them (they are recorded online). My pdoc doesn't want me to do my exams, he wrote me a medical certificate with a big circle around the unable in the phrase 'Determination of ability to sit for an examination: the student is able/unable to sit'. I didn't think a circle could eat me alive so much.
I really don't want to lodge the medical certificate. I want to be able to function like a normal person, I want to be able to do what I used to be capable of. But I'm not a normal person and I can't do what I used to and that really hurts.
It is tempting to hand the certificate in, because then I will be able to sit my exams in the supplementary session in August and I will have had time to catch up on the work I missed in my international relations unit. I am having an internal war with myself between believing that I didn't do the work because I am legitimately sick and believing that I didn't do it because I'm just lazy. I don't know the answer, maybe it is a bit of both. Because I don't know the answer to this question, I don't know whether lodging the certificate is me using my illnesses to cover my ass, or whether it is giving me the breathing space that I am entitled too. I wish I knew. I wish I knew so much about myself, I'm sick of questioning the validity of everything I think, say or do. I hate it.
I think that perhaps putting at least one off until August is a good idea - my pdoc wouldn't have written the certificate if he didn't think it was legit and necessary. However the supplementary period is the week of nationals. Nationals are the Saturday/Sunday and we usually fly to the host city early on the Thursday for official trainings - meaning that there is a possibility that my exams will be scheduled on a day I'm supposed to be in Brisbane. Having to choose between Nationals and Uni is another can of worms that I just don't want to open.
But then I'm worried that if I put the pressure on myself to prepare for my exams that I will think I have no way out and feel completely trapped. Uni has made me feel like that twice before, and it lead me to feel I had no way out and I tried to commit suicide. I don't want to go there either.
So what is seemingly a simple decision brings into play so many thoughts and feelings about myself and what is important to me: uni, my health, nationals, am I hiding behind my illness as an excuse for laziness?
Even just having to make this decision I feel trapped. It seems that either way it at least has the realistic potential to be a lose-lose situation. Add to that the fact that I am struggling living on my own as well as being physically ill and I find myself contemplating destructive behaviours again.
I'm trapped, but I don't want to be, I want to be free. I want to be me again, and I want to know who that me is. It is starting to seem more and more that this is just a utopian dream and that I'll never actually get there. I'm trying to keep the faith, but its just so hard right now.
I won't do anything stupid. If I can withstand the urges for chocolate right now, I can withstand anything.