I did it!!!!! I gained my second photographic distinction and can now place the letters DPAGB after my name 🙂 It was a stupidly long day – I set off from home at 6.50am and got back at 8.50pm – but I made it and am both relieved and chuffed to little meatballs. The fifteen images I used for my award can be found here.
As you know, the day before my back was killing me and my neck was so painful I could barely turn my head. However, I woke on the morning of the distinction and the neck pain had literally vanished overnight despite the fact I only managed four hours sleep. It’s not the first time I’ve gone to bed in agony and woke to no pain at all and it totally baffles me as to what on earth is going on. My hip and SI pain were also quite good on the day (though they’re crap again this morning), so I only really had to cope with the mid back pain which was a good job because after 7 hours of sitting on hard metal chairs my back felt like it was ready to snap in two. I also struggle to be upright at all for any length of time, so to have to sit up for an entire day was a huge challenge and a couple of times when it got hot in the auditorium I felt like I was going to pass out – I’m so grateful that didn’t happen because landing with a bang on the floor would have been mortifying in front of hundreds of people 😉
I’ve set myself too many challenges in respect of my photography this year – not only have I been working towards this distinction I’ve also been working towards an international distinction and am just about to submit my portfolio for that. Then there’s been various important nation-wide competitions, judging my first International photography Salon, doing my first talk at a Camera Club and of course still doing my usual Camera Club competitions. It’s too much and my health simply can’t stand up to that level of stress and activity, so I’m hoping to just chill until the New Year and rest up.
Of course, resting assumes my Dad doesn’t go in for his spinal surgery about which we have heard nothing. The Surgeon said he was hoping to do the op before Xmas but before that he needed a nerve conduction test and another MRI scan about which we have heard diddly shit. With less than 4 weeks to the holidays I really can’t see the operation happening and as a family we are pig sick because my Dad is suffering massively and can barely walk. He’s had about as much as he can take bless his heart.
Well, I must get up and dressed despite being completely knackered. I can’t find anyone to walk Bertie on Mondays and Fridays so no matter how I feel I have to get my thermals on and take him out. At least it’s dry, despite the fact it’s -2C outside, and I’m sure the fresh air will do me good – that’s what I tell myself anyway 😉