New images have been uploaded under Isabelle!

So anywho, it’s been an interesting few days.

Things look like they are progressing for the Amnesty soc’s mental health campaign in April. We’ve been talking to the Drama soc about maybe doing a mental health themed play when we’re doing the campaign, so the bigger we can amke this the better and funner it’s going to be. It’ll be a bit odd doing the campaign again for me personally since it was the campaign that got me into Amnesty back in Secondary school, even though it wasn’t a camapaign for schools. We’re trying to get SU onboard with us and we want to have eye-catching professional looking posters made up, so that’s going to be alot of fun. 🙂 Still looking into a play for the drama soc. Someone I know recommended ‘4.48 Pyschosis’ by Sarah Kane, but now I have to find a copy of it. Ah well. Can’t wait to see the Drama Soc’s Masquerade next month, and Sky One have dramatised The Colour of Magic for Easter. Yahoo, Terry Pratchett month!

The competition in Cork has been and gone and I’ve made some new friends in some of the other clubs and I’ve been alerted to more flaws in how I fence. Fortunately I’ve gotten some good constructive criticisms so when I can train again I’ll know what to work on. Why I’ve said “when I can train again” is because It would appear that these flaws have hurt my back. Or me just being a dipshit as usual has hurt it.

When I got home on Sunday night my back was a bit sore, though no worse than my legs or my arms or my hips. So I had my customary post-competition bath in the hopes that it would help ease my limbs. Oddly enough it’s worked before but it did little to help my back. Anywho I didn’t give it much more thought and went to bed. I spent most of teh nigth asleep on my stomach and everytime I rolled over I woke up in pain. Now this wouldve been a good time to start thinking there was something odd wrong with me. but nope, dense as a plank I didn’t give it more thought until Monday, when I spent most of the day trying to subdue the worsening pain in my back with Anadin and hotwater bottles. Neither the heat nor the painkillers helped and trying to stretch out my back brought me close to tears. So by 8 yesterday I was in so much pain that my mother persuaded me to take some of her arthritis meds to kill the pain. I took one and it brought a lovely fuzzy feeling, but still left a pinching feeling in the left side of my lower back. She also persuaded me to go to the doctor today, and it turns out I’ve pinched a nerve so I’m on prescription painkillers for the next two weeks, I can’t train and I can’t spend too long sitting down (which is clearly where I went wrong yesterday).
I’m going to an 18th birthday thing on Friday, and I wasn’t going to have more than two or three drinks, but now with the painkillers I won’t be able to drink at all. I guess my good behavior during the weekend of one drink on the first night and one drink with the meal on the second night should help.

Not much else to write about really. I managed to fuck up yesterday in regards to notifying everyone that training was off. Those who I could tell got notified at the last minute and some people didn’t even get told, so I feel prettty bad about that, but all I can do is make sure it doesn’t happen again. So I’m going to make sure I have contact numbers and email addresses for everyone, so next time training is cancelled I can send them a text and an email and I’ll be making sure they get more notice. Here’s hoping that not too many people are pissed at me. I know there’s at least one who’ll probably kick up a fuss tomorrow, but what else can I do but apologise and work to make sure it doesn’t happen again. I’m not even sure it’s my responsibility to notify people of training cancellation. Isn’t it the secretary’s job since they do correspondence? And she’s have the lists of everyone’s names and contact info, but then I didn’t tell her that training was off and that I needed her to do that. So either way it’s still my mistake. Ah well. Learn and move on I guess.