The Thesis Story Part II: In case of Emergency. Eat Chocolate.

Now, the million dollar question is, ‘Why did I begin the The Thesis Story and how many parts are there exactly?’

Honestly, I don’t know. And that is my answer to both questions. I just woke up one fine day and arrived at this title; which splits a big story into pieces, but I think it is brilliant. Considering the alternatives, which will be long rambling titles, this is a concise way to annotate the thesis process.

So. This is part 2.

I want to begin by saying that I think I am organized. Really. I do. That is on normal days. On thesis days, my study table belongs to another realm. And I am amazed at how unaffected I am. It is 4pm, but the plate that contain my breakfast is still there.

Welcome to the thesis diet; where breakfast stretches to dinner. Where on Wednesday you do introduction, Thursday is for planning and Friday are reserved for results and discussion. You would be amazed, the consequences are startling.

This diet, it threw out my back.

I have a problem. And if you remember the braces encrusted me back in those polytechnic days, you would remember that my teeth are not the only thing that needs to be straightened. My back is way off as well. The story behind how I think my back got a mind of its’ own belongs to another day but for now it seems to me that it doesn’t really like the way I sit, the things I do and the hours I have to stay still to make a thesis appear out of the blue.

So I woke up in pain. And I worked in discomfort. And because the pain was mainly in my right upper back, I felt as though there was someone looking over my shoulder.

How do I describe this to you? This discomfort is like a serpent that spreads, slowly but surely, until you yield to it with rest and more rest. And dear friends, my serpent is currently upset with me as I have ignored its’ existence for the entire day.

This discomfort has taken over my neck and is on the edge of my face. I feel a headache coming on and this is all so somber and funereal.

So. Could someone please explain, why am I still so happy after clicking the sent button for an email attached with my results draft, addressed to my supervisor?