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My hands are clammy. Molly passed me a note today with all the possible contact information a human being can accumulate with instructions to utilize at least one of them t.i.d. I hope I don't need to. I'm nauseous. There is a marching band slowly beating my peristalsis in the opposite direction, and the drums savor heavily of dread. Heather is coming around 4 to sweep me away, and when she does all I'm bringing with me is a laundry basket and a backpack armed with 2 books, cross-stitch, and my hamster. My secret hamster who is the joy of my world.
I cried in the shower this morning for a few seconds before I realized that anticipatory grieving is a waste of energy and will make me feel so very foolish when this is all over and everything is in fact perfectly fine. And I do a very fine job of making myself feel foolish on a daily basis without adding this to it.
The saddest part? I'm more nervous right now about our exam grades being posted (any minute now) than I am about tomorrow.
yikes kim, priorities.
I cried in the shower this morning for a few seconds before I realized that anticipatory grieving is a waste of energy and will make me feel so very foolish when this is all over and everything is in fact perfectly fine. And I do a very fine job of making myself feel foolish on a daily basis without adding this to it.
The saddest part? I'm more nervous right now about our exam grades being posted (any minute now) than I am about tomorrow.
yikes kim, priorities.