Monday morning I got an email that one of my (college) students had died on Sunday. Blood clot, freak thing, nothing anyone could have done. I had to tell my other students (the counseling center people sort of pressured me into this by saying the research best practices are that that news is taken best when it comes from someone students know. I have a lot of anger about them putting that sort of pressure on me. I'm a student.)
Wednesday I submitted my dissertation. It felt surreal for two seconds then I started sobbing. I think putting the finishing touches on it had kind of acted as a dam for grief.
Thanks for listening. I'm so emotionally exhausted.
maybe she's born with it, maybe it's chlorine
If you're injured and need some sympathy, PM me and I'm very happy to write back.
disclaimer: PhD not MD