Oh Rudy, I am well-jell. Hope that bruising fades soon.
My whole face needs tightening and resurfacing, and, well, just completely replacing really. I recognise myself less and less every time I look in the mirror at the moment. I am just a frizzy-haired speccy old lady. Even if I had the money and was brave enough, I doubt any surgery would ever be an option because of my very wonky face muscles. My right eye is getting smaller week by week, as the droop on the eyelid is becoming heavier and heavier. It is affecting my peripheral vision (and has been for a while, I got it checked by the optician a few years ago and he said the problem was the eyelid droop, not the actual eye), but there's nothing I can do.
Gawd, I am feeling so run-down and miserable. My course mojo appears to have gone AWOL and I am by turns just cross and rather depressed. And fed up with being reminded of a) my great age (ha!) and b) how I haven't got a proper job. I have had a tension headache since Sunday, feel completely drained and I just couldn't face doing my voluntary bit this morning.
Whinge, whinge, whingey-mcwhinge. Nothing particularly bad is happening, so I should just get on with getting on with things, but I am just ever so slightly fed up with the constant fecking pressure of this course and the creeping suspicion that some of what we are being taught is a pile of old cobblers based on some trendy theory and not a lot of science.
Obvs, these thoughts are not helpful and I should just more or less banish them, because whatever happens I just have to do what I have to do to pass. And I will also have to jump through whatever hoops I need to jump through in order to get some paid work, but I am feeling very, very despondent about my prospects, in all honesty.