I’ve been at college for nearly 4 years. I’ve had tendonitis in my hands for 3 of them.

Today I was thinking about it, because I have big papers due, and my hands are pretty inflamed from all the typing… at the end of every semester it’s this way.

I wonder what these last 3 years would have been like without pain in my hands.

Sometimes it’s hard to seperate my procrastination from it. I mean, it’s one thing to sit down and type a paper, in the spring semester when you are just out of motivation for school. It’s another thing to sit down and type that same paper under the same circumstances when your hands hurt. Am I just being a baby and avoiding the paper? Or… well, I’ve got to write it anyway, so there is no “or.” Ow.

Or to be tired and distracted in class… how much of it is just me not getting enough sleep and not focusing, and how much is it because my hands are tingling and burning constantly?

I have to pour myself out a lot more. It’s taken more sacrifice than even I notice. School is harder for me because of these hands and the state they are in. My 38 page paper last semester? Contained hours of blood, sweat, and tears, literally.

Thanks God, for Ibuprophen. And for helping me through. Cause by the way, even though I’d be fine if my tendonitis were to suddenly disappear ANY TIME, I still wouldn’t change the last 3 years. No way.  

3 weeks plus one semester left!