Mothers and Sympathy

I stayed at the rents' all weekend, while I nursed my migraine. My Mum, in her usual style typical of most nurses, had sympathy for perhaps a day. By Monday, when I was still finding it virtually impossible to shake off the drowsiness, Dad was starting to worry and suspected that I had caught his flu. Mum, however, came to chastise me for the fact that I was still in bed. I had got up mid-morning and eaten some breakfast, but decided to go back to bed to lie down after feeling unable to even sit upright. "How are you going to get an MA if you're sleeping all the time?" she asked, despite the fact that I am not currently taking an MA, am not planning to do so in the near future and don't really have a burning desire to do one generally. "I don't want to do an MA," I answered, feeling confused at this latest guilt-trip-slash-bizarre-motivation-tactic. "Why not?" she questioned. "It's a waste of money," I reasoned randomly, feeling extremely drowsy and thinking that my brain wasn't in the best shape to be formulating an argument that I could seemingly never win. "But it will benefit you in the long run." By now, any desire, however minute, to undertake a Master's degree for the sake of it was now virtually non-existent. My motivation to get out of bed had also depleted at record speed.

I already feel like a disappointment to my mother, even without her bizarre chastisements for the seeming correlation between my lack of achievements and my need to sleep. Aside from the fact that she keeps mentioning my age and the fact that at this age she was much further along in life, it doesn't take much at the moment to renew my latent feeling of disappointment, as well as my low sense of self-worth, lack of motivation and general feeling of pointlessness about my existence.

If I do an MA, can I go back to sleep please?