i am finishing my phd. just like i am getting a pet bird.*

It is inevitable. It is ordained. I cannot wait.


*These are not my lorikeets. They hang out with me, because they know my hip hurts and I get cranky without them. I also give them super-yummy sunflowers...which is like crack for lorikeets. Don't judge.

hopefully-soon-to-be-dr.lindsay says incessant pain should be treated with incessant drinking

Seventy days. Ten weeks. Two months AND a half.

Gosh, when I look at it that way, I don't know how I've made it this far.

Constant pain is overrated. I feel for all the others out there that have to deal with this sort of thing everyday. It su-hhhhucks.

The doctors have given up on me. Boo. They physios, while slightly nicer and more personable, also don't know how to help me. Boo.

I'm sad because it's not the way I wanted to remember my last days in Australia.

And the whole situation is not conducive to dissertation writing or working long hours.

...Or moving... Or vacationing...Or flying in planes...or anything really.