What a day. I, officially, might be a psycho. Woke up this morning EARLY (before work) and went to the doctor for some unpleasant chest-type pains/head aches I’ve been having. Ends up, they think it’s a stomach acid thing. Which, I guess makes sense, considering the amount of fast food we’ve been eating lately, and the stress I’ve been feeling. Admittedly, I have a lot to do, but not like, “leader of the free world,” or “mother of small children” amounts of things to do. And yes, I did imply the same level of busy-ness there. Who knows, maybe I’m a little more overwhelmed by school, work, and extras than I thought. I started to feel SUPER ew at work today, and John told me that I needed to come home. I got home sometime after 3:30, and he effectively drugged me and put me to bed. Ok, he gave me some nighttime flu/cold medicine, and I cried because I felt like I had too much to do and couldn’t THINK (I’ve been mixing up words all day, saying somthing different than I mean..not good for an EDITOR), and then he put me to bed and went to work. I slept hard for about three hours, and have spent the rest of the evening working on my practice science test. I feel a lot more sane since the nap. He must be smart, or something.
So yes…will finish up here and hope a good night’s rest will kick the cold out of me. And hope the medicine the doctor gave me will make my tummy oh so better. Please, because apparently, after 24 years of life- I still can’t figure out limitations and how to take care of myself. I just fly myself in a brick wall and then get suprised when I crumple like a little bug. Ok. That was dramatic. But next time you start crying in the middle of the day for NO REASON, and you figure out it’s actually because you feel horrible and have for days and have ignored it until it feels “normal,” and then you keep saying and typing one thing and meaning another, then yeah…little bug.
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