all I want for Christmas is a gas mask
It's a little early in the year for germ warfare, isn't it?
Flu's going around. I'm here but for the grace of God and starlight mints. I've managed to keep meds and a string cheese down, but the wonton soup I normally love tastes like liquid salt. Even my water tastes wrong. I yelled at my kids. I didn't mean to, it just came out. I was upset- they were being silly and off-topic, but I shouldn't have yelled. I don't want to be that teacher.
The weekend's almost here, but i can't even enjoy that. Mid-terms are due tomorrow, then young adult group that I must go to- I've been gone entirely too long, Saturday I'm in an all-day youth ministry meeting 2 hours away, and Sunday has the youth group serving lunch and babysitting for a parish function, then movie time at 5:30- and the youth room is a disaster.
This sucks. I see the doc today for a meds checkup- I think they're working, I can physically feel a difference if I forget to take them, but it's hard to have a good outlook when I feel like this. Every word grates wrong, missed phone calls are interprted as brush-offs, I have difficulty stopping the cycle of ogodIsucknoonelovesmewhywouldtheyI'mahorribleperson. The meds are doing something, because if I was sick without them, I wouldn't even recognize that as a cycle- it would simply be truth.
Where's a national holiday when you need it?