Exhaustion and Shakes

This week has been interesting, even as much as its been tough. I'm getting used to going back to school all over again. It's a strange experience. After so many years of being out in The Real World to be back in a classroom, talking formulae and factoids, theories and tests. Getting back into the swing of reading textbooks not because I choose to but because I have to, pushing myself to study things that I am not really interested in and putting it into practice. Last time it was the busywork that killed me off. Endless repetition and pointless tasks for the purpose of keeping us in practice. This time I am not letting my frustrations at the pointless tasks keeping me from succeeding. I have one shot at it, and I'm going to take it.

On top of that, I still have my full work schedule. Six days a week to fill out my hours, working full shifts. It's not exactly intellectual work, but it is physically exhausting. It wears you down right to the bones, and at the end of the day it's usually all I want to do to sit back, play a game for a bit, watch the news, and have my dinner.

This gets compounded by the bad days at work. This last two weeks have all been Terror weeks. We've been working on roofing, top plates, sheeting, and the ilk. I have a fairly bad case of acrophobia. Each day I come home, my hands shake so badly I can barely type, much less hold a pen when it gets really bad. Each successive day just makes my nerves worse. I think it's over this week. I hope its over this coming week. With only one day off I don't know if I can keep it up. I just don't recover from it overnight. It gets worse almost every day. I'm starting to notice a mental deterioration as well.

But it's not all bad. I'm catching up on my hours. I"m getting stuff done for my CSP. And The Great Artist is pushing me to cross off another one of my little fantasies. I don't know how it'll end up. I'm imagining the first one is going to be pretty horrible. But at least I'll be able to say I tried.