Real exhaustion
This has nothing to do with chronic fatigue. I’ve ate less, slept less, and worked restlessly for 2 weeks. My body is imposing a slowing of pace. It’s okay, I’ve caught up enough, and know better where to find answers when stuck on a problem. I will make it.
What a math sprint. In just one week, I’ve caught on an impressive amount of concepts. My tutor friend is impressed by the speed to which I’ve improved. He’s very happy with my progress, so am I. I won’t be spending an all-nighter this time, nether anytime in the near future. Continuous paced work, and advanced preparation is key. Even on holidays, I must keep learning to a nare minimum to stay at flow.
All this discipline, and consent work is well worth it. The satisfaction of understanding hard concepts fills my heart with joy. I’m hungry for more. I want to learn, I want to comprehend, and I want to find solutions to health problems. These abstract skills will help me understand the equations behind population growth of bacteiras, or calculate the parameters in which I’ll do my cultures, or the simple algebric balance of a chemical equa, and so much more.
I will become the feminin microbiome expert I dream of — I will become Doctor Pussy Juice.
