thou is a painted maypole
So, I'm in a better mood today. Despite the fact that I'm still chronically tired, and still have no desire to run after FOUR entire days of not doing so. (...whatttt?....)
I went to see the doc and she was really really nice. Like, I tend to get nervous about doctors visits, but she was so good and kind and considerate that I didn't mind while I was actually there. Anyway, she said I should start taking a multivitamin and especially that I need more iron in my diet (i didnt even notice--i don't eat red meat often at all), and that also my eating habits are altogether terrible and hardly condusive to being healthy (badly spaced/portioned) so i get to work on that (even tho i knew that *sigh*), and getting more sleep, and then I should be fine. Oh, and i got blood tests for mono/anemia/etc. because she said those could indeed be possibilities of my fatigue. I'll find out soon though.
Anyway. That's that. I still feel wierd not a practice; my team mates have been very kind and symptathetic about it though, im really grateful for not beign made to feel liek a wuss (which i still do) oh, and Derocco-speaking of which, i should talk to him and be like, no sectionals/done. which im not excited to do, esp since i have no real excuse except that i know ill run terribly and he should give the spot to someone else. but its not like he doesnt know that.
anwyay, about the title....shakespeare class. BAHAHAH.... :D
ps. it occureed to be just now (about an hour after i wrote this, not that it matters) that i have decided what I am today: whimsical. golly gee, i like that word. and golly gee, it's a long time since iv'e felt/been whimiscal. it makes me happy, to be whimiscal. i rather like it
also, how the heck does my body/brain decide when i get to be what? what is it that turns on the 'depressed' switch, or hte 'funny' switch or the 'boring 'switch', or this one. i really wonder.
t i double grr e r
says
ta ta for now!
<3
I went to see the doc and she was really really nice. Like, I tend to get nervous about doctors visits, but she was so good and kind and considerate that I didn't mind while I was actually there. Anyway, she said I should start taking a multivitamin and especially that I need more iron in my diet (i didnt even notice--i don't eat red meat often at all), and that also my eating habits are altogether terrible and hardly condusive to being healthy (badly spaced/portioned) so i get to work on that (even tho i knew that *sigh*), and getting more sleep, and then I should be fine. Oh, and i got blood tests for mono/anemia/etc. because she said those could indeed be possibilities of my fatigue. I'll find out soon though.
Anyway. That's that. I still feel wierd not a practice; my team mates have been very kind and symptathetic about it though, im really grateful for not beign made to feel liek a wuss (which i still do) oh, and Derocco-speaking of which, i should talk to him and be like, no sectionals/done. which im not excited to do, esp since i have no real excuse except that i know ill run terribly and he should give the spot to someone else. but its not like he doesnt know that.
anwyay, about the title....shakespeare class. BAHAHAH.... :D
ps. it occureed to be just now (about an hour after i wrote this, not that it matters) that i have decided what I am today: whimsical. golly gee, i like that word. and golly gee, it's a long time since iv'e felt/been whimiscal. it makes me happy, to be whimiscal. i rather like it
also, how the heck does my body/brain decide when i get to be what? what is it that turns on the 'depressed' switch, or hte 'funny' switch or the 'boring 'switch', or this one. i really wonder.
t i double grr e r
says
ta ta for now!
<3