It's no wonder that we live in an age of "I'll get round to it," "I'll do it in a minute," "Obviously I can't do this work because it's 7:53, I should start at 8:00," this my friends is the age of procrastination and I have a severe case. What is it about thinking "I can do it later" that makes us all just come to the conclusion that playing that one more solitaire game, checking facebook "one last time", or clicking on another page of reddit is more use than doing the task at hand.
My story begins on Sunday, I had an exam to prepare for and an essay to write but I continued to play Slingo. Before I knew it, 2am had reared it's ugly head. "I still have all day and all night on Monday," I thought, "There's no harm in me getting some kip." 4 hours later I woke up groggy and dragged myself to the kitchen to make some coffee to drop kick me out of my lethargic state of self pity. "Well I have to do the rounds," I thought to myself opening tabs of facebook, email, and reddit. "Oh god, it's 9am. When did that happen?" 2 pages of essay later and it was time for some much needed grub. By 3pm I had a solid 3 pages of my essay done and was feeling optimistic, the plan was to have the essay done by 7pm and then study the hell out of my exam notes until I was asleep and dreaming of the dreaded exam. Well I now to prepare for the worst! Because the worst? Yeah it happened. I had just nipped to the local and gathered all of the supplies I would need for the night, got in, chatted to the flatmate for a bit and headed to my room. A forewarning about me, I'm one of the clumsiest people you could meet, oh that glass of wine on the table? It's not there anymore because I knocked it over. So, I was heading back to my room when I hear this horrible cracking sound and just feel pain throbbing up from my left foot. "Who put that door frame there?" expecting just a red toe, to my surprise when I look down my middle toe isn't where it should be, in fact it's bent to the left. My first thought was "Oh god, I've dislocated my toe and I'm going to have to push it back." I couldn't move, I was frozen, it felt as though if I were to move my toe would fall off.
Hearing all the commotion my flatmate rushes through, gets one peek at my toe and sounds like she's going to throw up. My instant reaction is to call my mum, she used to be a nurse she'll know what to do. She tells me to calm down; how the hell am I supposed to calm down in this situation?! I felt all the colour leaving my face and felt a cross between being sick and passing out. From there it's pretty much a blur all I remember her saying is get to the A and E. I have somehow managed to pull myself down to the floor by this point and clutching it as if I could fall off. I then call my boyfriend (D) who luckily only lives a two minute walk away, I manage to get out the words "Dislocated.. Toe." Next thing I remember I'm trying to stop myself from vomming in the back of the taxi on the way to A and E. D tried his hardest to carry me through, bless him. After 4 hours in the A and E, turns out my toe isn't dislocated but severely broken. They tape it up and send me on my way without crutches. Tuesday comes and it's a struggle, I'm in an unbearable amount of pain and have hardly slept and on top of that I have an exam today and an essay to hand in. I make it in to University on my own and without crutches, meanwhile completely humiliating myself in front of my dissertation supervisor who has to half carry me to my school office. So with a massive sweat on and in excruciating agony, I then have to explain all of this to some lady so I can take my exam in August rather than today. Some extra fun facts, tomorrow is my graduation ball and I was planning on wearing heels; I have two job interviews this week; I work part time at a bar which requires me standing up all day; and here's the kicker in 9 days it's my 21st birthday and I won't be able to drink because of the meds I'm on.
Moral of the story kids? Don't procrastinate.
