My late-start day started way too early
Jul. 25th, 2001 10:47 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
judecorpI was supposed to have the luxury to sleep until 10 this morning. I didn't anticipate sleeping that late, since I went to bed at 1 and that would officially be too much sleep, but still.
Somehow I accidentally turned on the 7am alarm instead of the 10am one. But it didn't wake me up right off, which is odd. I usually wake up 2-3 minutes before the alarm. The problem, dear readers, is that yesterday, out of nowhere, my radio station disappeared. No warning. On Monday it was Star 107.9, Columbus's 80s station. On Tuesday it was B107.9, Oldies. Whaaaa? Star 107.9's website is also mysteriously missing. Whaaa? Maybe I will call them. Now it seems I need to find a replacement.
So I was having this dream where I was intervieweing a client, a parent, and the radio was on. It was too loud. I excused myself and turned the volume down, but it wouldn't go down. So I shut it off but it wouldn't shut off! I started floundering and apologizing and feeling like the worst therapist ever. I kept looking around for the 'hidden' radio. And why was it playing Oldies? Heh. At 7:09am, I realized it was the alarm. 9 minutes of thinking I was the rudest and worst psychotherapist in the universe. Hee.
My sore throat has gotten worse. Still on one side, but now my ear's wonky and it's more swollen. So I used my early wake-up to go to the doctor. It's not strep. My WBC count is 10.0, so she figures it's bacterial tonsillitis. Whee. I have Zithromax, which I've never taken. I've taken antibiotics 4 times in my whole life. I will probably never recover, stomachally, from Zithromax. We'll see.
She gave me a prescription for this lidocaine throat stuff, but bah! That's for wusses. I'm sure once this mutant enlarged tonsil goes down, there will be no pain. In the meantime, I hope I don't spread my joyous tonsillitis to my clients (though that's probably where I got it in the first place).
Slept in the new bed. Much less angsty. Much. It was a smart thing to do. And now, it is time to blowdry, after I find that lock of hair that the barber-on-crack missed and is way longer than it's friends. Ciao!
~//~
In a dark time, the eye begins to see,
I meet my shadow in the deepening shade;
I hear my echo in the echoing wood -
A lord of nature weeping to a tree.
I live between the heron and the wren,
Beasts of the hill and serpents of the den.
What's madness but nobility of soul
At odds with circumstance? The day's on fire!
I know the purity of pure despair,
My shadow pinned against a sweating wall.
That place among the rocks - is it a cave,
Or winding path? The edge is what I have.
(Theodore Roethke, In a Dark Time)
Somehow I accidentally turned on the 7am alarm instead of the 10am one. But it didn't wake me up right off, which is odd. I usually wake up 2-3 minutes before the alarm. The problem, dear readers, is that yesterday, out of nowhere, my radio station disappeared. No warning. On Monday it was Star 107.9, Columbus's 80s station. On Tuesday it was B107.9, Oldies. Whaaaa? Star 107.9's website is also mysteriously missing. Whaaa? Maybe I will call them. Now it seems I need to find a replacement.
So I was having this dream where I was intervieweing a client, a parent, and the radio was on. It was too loud. I excused myself and turned the volume down, but it wouldn't go down. So I shut it off but it wouldn't shut off! I started floundering and apologizing and feeling like the worst therapist ever. I kept looking around for the 'hidden' radio. And why was it playing Oldies? Heh. At 7:09am, I realized it was the alarm. 9 minutes of thinking I was the rudest and worst psychotherapist in the universe. Hee.
My sore throat has gotten worse. Still on one side, but now my ear's wonky and it's more swollen. So I used my early wake-up to go to the doctor. It's not strep. My WBC count is 10.0, so she figures it's bacterial tonsillitis. Whee. I have Zithromax, which I've never taken. I've taken antibiotics 4 times in my whole life. I will probably never recover, stomachally, from Zithromax. We'll see.
She gave me a prescription for this lidocaine throat stuff, but bah! That's for wusses. I'm sure once this mutant enlarged tonsil goes down, there will be no pain. In the meantime, I hope I don't spread my joyous tonsillitis to my clients (though that's probably where I got it in the first place).
Slept in the new bed. Much less angsty. Much. It was a smart thing to do. And now, it is time to blowdry, after I find that lock of hair that the barber-on-crack missed and is way longer than it's friends. Ciao!
~//~
In a dark time, the eye begins to see,
I meet my shadow in the deepening shade;
I hear my echo in the echoing wood -
A lord of nature weeping to a tree.
I live between the heron and the wren,
Beasts of the hill and serpents of the den.
What's madness but nobility of soul
At odds with circumstance? The day's on fire!
I know the purity of pure despair,
My shadow pinned against a sweating wall.
That place among the rocks - is it a cave,
Or winding path? The edge is what I have.
(Theodore Roethke, In a Dark Time)
