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knit me more time...
Thursday, March 03, 2005
& the train wreck comes to a momentary stop.

I should have known when I was falling asleep last night at 9:30, that I was coming down with something. I went to class and to work today, but as soon as I got to work I started really feeling yucky. My moaning and groaning while frantically trying to make the various website updates people wanted me to make, was not making my office mate a happy camper. She finally told me to go home, and I off I went. What sucked is that I needed groceries. A person can't just come home and be sick without stuff in the house, and with no Jo to get stuff for me, I went to Woodman's and rolled my cart around the store like a zombie. I tried to pick up healthy food- oatmeal, salad, lentils & rice, orange juice etc... Maybe my recent too-busy-to-cook-much pasta diet hasn't been so great after all. So, why the title you might ask? Well, I was thinking this morning about the so-called "post MS blues" (someone emailed me and used this phrase) and how in my post-thesis defense, I am not really feeling blue. Instead, I feel like I am the passenger on an out of control train wreck, and I just have to hang on as all the cars of crap (weekly papers, conference presentations, reading etc...) smash into each other one after the other. I know that's a bit dramatic, but hey, at one point I was in a drama major. So, even though I hate being sick and feeling like I can't concentrate on whatever I need to do, it is welcome to be able to spend the rest of tonight on the couch feeling too yucky to feel guilty about it. I don't even care what is on the tv, I feel so yucky. Jeez. How silly is it that I am almost 28, and still I have to call my mom and tell her when I am sick and how crappy I feel? She isn't going to do anything about it, she is far away, but somehow I just feel like I must let her know.

posted by knit wit | 3/03/2005 05:22:00 PM

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