Pain, pain, pain
Today was a very bad day. Last night I was talked into drinking some Benrinnes (just one glass) and then I ended up having a few more drinks and stayed out late (for a school night) listening to folk music in Sandy Bells (which has previously appeared in photographic form on this blog). I can’t drink much alcohol and what would normally be considered merely ‘warming up’ for a Scotsman is an intoxicating amount for me. I stumbled onto the 23 bus outside George Heriot’s and managed to get a short sleep in before I got off the bus in Morningside. I always regret these occasional evenings of whisky because I’m such a lightweight.
Anyway, I awoke briefly in the night to hear Nigel Farage’s unusual outburst being discussed on the World Service and then I went back to sleep and grumpily got up to prepare for my 9.30am meeting. Today I had to talk to the woman who is my personal tutor on the teaching course I’m doing. She was late and I had to tell her that I hadn’t done any work on my essay about teaching because I’d been too busy teaching. Then I had to read my lecture notes and frantically prepare handouts for my four hour teaching session.
Today’s handout featured a case of false victimization – a woman who had fabricated a year long case of stalking and sexual assaults just to get attention. The lecture was about stalking and it finished with a dash of pathological attachment. The students seem to love all this stuff about “nutcases” and I think next week they will particularly enjoy my material on psychodynamic archetypes. I will introduce them to the male fantasy of ‘whore rescuing’. It will probably spoil some of their favourite films but I reckon they’ll like it more than learning about the language acquisition device.
So why is this blog called “pain”? Because I’ve been in various types of pain for the last three days. I’ve got a cold, I’m tired, I’ve got stomach pains, a mouth ulcer and my head hurts. Some of these symptoms are self-inflicted but others have appeared without encouragement. I want to lie with my monk candle on, enter a state of tranquillity and then not go to work or read my e-mail for two weeks.
