Wherein I post my fascinating thoughts and feelings ...
Still feeling very introspective. My sister spent the night last night, as she had a film to watch for one class and had to be back at school at 6:00 a.m. and didn't want to drive 2 hours north just to sleep for four hours and get up and drive back. She brought a bottle of wine as a thank you for the use of my couch. Which is kind of like someone paying you five bucks for a used tissue, but at least I did give her one of my nicest pillowcases. Anyway, we sat up talking about life, the Universe, and everything, and how hard it is to have a life of one's own when one has so many other things to do ...
At least I am beginning to feel like a real person, not some unmolded mush. I can't believe how long I managed to live without much of a point of view on anything.
Despite it not working out so wonderfully yesterday, I had muffin leftovers for breakfast this morning. This time, I stopped at one. I think that may make all the difference, because while one doesn't seem like enough, two is *definitely* too much.
Hopefully I'll be able to find a doctor who can see me today. Last night was the worst. Trying to find a position comfortable enough to fall asleep in is murderously hard. I found only one last night, which means I had to stay in it, that exact position, and not move, all night ... Needless to say, it didn't work and I didn't sleep well. And the kind of pain that leaves you breathless when you try to move is not a pleasant thing to wake up to. Especially when the first thing you have to do is get down on the floor and dig through the laundry basket looking for a pair of socks that doesn't have any holes yet ...
At least I am beginning to feel like a real person, not some unmolded mush. I can't believe how long I managed to live without much of a point of view on anything.
Despite it not working out so wonderfully yesterday, I had muffin leftovers for breakfast this morning. This time, I stopped at one. I think that may make all the difference, because while one doesn't seem like enough, two is *definitely* too much.
Hopefully I'll be able to find a doctor who can see me today. Last night was the worst. Trying to find a position comfortable enough to fall asleep in is murderously hard. I found only one last night, which means I had to stay in it, that exact position, and not move, all night ... Needless to say, it didn't work and I didn't sleep well. And the kind of pain that leaves you breathless when you try to move is not a pleasant thing to wake up to. Especially when the first thing you have to do is get down on the floor and dig through the laundry basket looking for a pair of socks that doesn't have any holes yet ...