For the first time ever I actually had to stop in the middle of a song because I knew if I'd tried to carry on I was going to pass out/collapse. I can't believe my lack of willpower and determination, and feel awful now for being so weak. Schubert would've turned in his grave if he'd heard the mess I was making of his beautiful song.
My teacher was really kind and understanding and just let me sit and have some water and try and recover. He has some idea of the nature of my health problems. Poor chap was trying to pick out the positive bits of the lesson to reflect on at the end, but I was just SO AWFUL.
I haven't been this unwell in a long time, and to be honest it scares me because I've got to keep functioning. Somehow.
Sorry, this is a really miserable post. Please click yourselves on to a nice happy one instead asap. I just needed somewhere where I could be totally honest about what's happening to me. Then I can stick the brave face on and carry on functioning as best as I can in real life.
Hopefully sense of humour will be resumed as normal tomorrow.
Ambs
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