Struggling

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I have been in England for over a week now.  Its beautiful.  I am seeing amazing things.  But I am struggling.

Class is hard.  I have a hard time focusing past the "fibro fog" and the exhaustion.  It feels like a thick fog clouds my thoughts and comprehension.  And my memory is even worse.  I have a hard time retaining anything I read or even hear.  I forget the last thing the prof said as I am writing it down. I get extremely frustrated with myself to the point of tears.  I am proud of the notes I do manage to take. I'm proud I havent missed a class and I can always get up in the morning.  Little victories in the midst of pain and panic. 

The field studies (field trips) are fun and educational but exhausting. We're basically on our feet for the entire day, romping through fields, ruins or museums.  It is quite the experience.  Of course I'm read for bed halfway through the day but so far I've been making it to at least 8:30! 

Next week we start excavation.  I am scared that my brain will be foggy and I'll screw something up.  But I am excited to get a sense of what archeology is really like and to be out in the field instead of in the classroom.  Hopefully all goes well. 

all the best to you, 

Jess 

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