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judecorpUsually, on the days that I wake up and feel like crap, I drag myself out of bed and into work. And then I'm usually crabby, and I start getting snappy at people who don't deserve it, and I mope around. And inevitably, when people miss/break/cancel my appointments, I still have my crankypants on so I tend to take it personally, which becomes a dismal spiral of feeling crappy and blah.
This morning, I woke up feeling like crap. My head was hurting pretty badly, and I remember getting up once in the night (I never get up in the night), and Daedalus woke me up a couple of times, and Jen says she thinks I got up a second time. I was tired and cranky and blah, and my throat was dry and scratchy, and I was coughing. Between 10am and 2pm, I could only remember 3 appointments - at least 2 others were cancelled already because the residents left the shelter. So to spare everyone at work my snappiness, and to spare myself the regret, I called in and said I would be in at 2. And proceeded to rest and veg out and drink orange juice and double up on my Freddy Flintstones.
I won't say I feel 100% better - my throat is still scratchy (which makes me nervous because there's this weird bronchitis-y thing going through the shelter), though I'm hoping it's allergies from crawling around yesterday looking for my geocache. My head doesn't hurt anymore, and I'm only mildly tired (no more achy head). And my best girl is coming home for lunch early so I can see her before I go back to work. I didn't want her to leave this morning, because I was feeling lousy.
This year, I've made a promise to myself to take better care of myself and do more of what I need. It's hard, me being who I am and working in a helping profession and all of that, not to give myself the guilt when I'm not at work, or when I can't do something for someone, or when I can't be everything to everyone. I'm really working on it, though. I /know/ I would have been no good to anyone this morning... so why bother? That's what sick time is for anyway.
So, yeah. A success this morning, I think. I feel a little better, I won't be cranky and snappy, and I managed to do some of the chores I would have had to do this evening, so my night will be less stressful if I'm still feeling off. Good times.
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This is unrelated to anything above, but I realized this morning that everything that's gone on with this "war" - both what we're doing in the Middle East and what we've done to our civil liberties here in the States - reminds me a lot of treatment of children by abusive parents. There's a lot of abuse happening, there's no denying that. But there's also a lot of "Don't tell anyone what happened," "Tell them you walked into the door," "Don't say anything, no one will believe you anyway," and "If you tell, people will think you're bad." Fuck that!
WHAT IS GOING ON IN THE MIDDLE EAST IS A TRAVESTY. WHAT THE US IS DOING OVER THERE IS COMPLETELY AND TOTALLY FUCKED UP. THEY'RE EVEN ADMITTING THAT 9/11 WAS THE REASON, AND THAT THE OTHER THINGS WERE EMBELLISHED. THIS SHOULD INFURIATE YOU! THEY ARE STRIPPING OUR CIVIL LIBERTIES RIGHT UNDER OUR NOSES AND TELLING US THAT IF WE SAY ANYTHING, PEOPLE WILL THINK WE'RE BAD. THEY ARE WRONG! THIS IS A TRAVESTY! TELL EVERYONE! TELL TELL TELL TELL TELL TELL!!!
Don't tell anyone. Don't tell 'em anything. Don't tell 'em what went on. Don't tell 'em what really happened. Don't tell anyone. Don't tell 'em anything. They won't believe you 'cause it's all your fault!
This morning, I woke up feeling like crap. My head was hurting pretty badly, and I remember getting up once in the night (I never get up in the night), and Daedalus woke me up a couple of times, and Jen says she thinks I got up a second time. I was tired and cranky and blah, and my throat was dry and scratchy, and I was coughing. Between 10am and 2pm, I could only remember 3 appointments - at least 2 others were cancelled already because the residents left the shelter. So to spare everyone at work my snappiness, and to spare myself the regret, I called in and said I would be in at 2. And proceeded to rest and veg out and drink orange juice and double up on my Freddy Flintstones.
I won't say I feel 100% better - my throat is still scratchy (which makes me nervous because there's this weird bronchitis-y thing going through the shelter), though I'm hoping it's allergies from crawling around yesterday looking for my geocache. My head doesn't hurt anymore, and I'm only mildly tired (no more achy head). And my best girl is coming home for lunch early so I can see her before I go back to work. I didn't want her to leave this morning, because I was feeling lousy.
This year, I've made a promise to myself to take better care of myself and do more of what I need. It's hard, me being who I am and working in a helping profession and all of that, not to give myself the guilt when I'm not at work, or when I can't do something for someone, or when I can't be everything to everyone. I'm really working on it, though. I /know/ I would have been no good to anyone this morning... so why bother? That's what sick time is for anyway.
So, yeah. A success this morning, I think. I feel a little better, I won't be cranky and snappy, and I managed to do some of the chores I would have had to do this evening, so my night will be less stressful if I'm still feeling off. Good times.
~//~
This is unrelated to anything above, but I realized this morning that everything that's gone on with this "war" - both what we're doing in the Middle East and what we've done to our civil liberties here in the States - reminds me a lot of treatment of children by abusive parents. There's a lot of abuse happening, there's no denying that. But there's also a lot of "Don't tell anyone what happened," "Tell them you walked into the door," "Don't say anything, no one will believe you anyway," and "If you tell, people will think you're bad." Fuck that!
WHAT IS GOING ON IN THE MIDDLE EAST IS A TRAVESTY. WHAT THE US IS DOING OVER THERE IS COMPLETELY AND TOTALLY FUCKED UP. THEY'RE EVEN ADMITTING THAT 9/11 WAS THE REASON, AND THAT THE OTHER THINGS WERE EMBELLISHED. THIS SHOULD INFURIATE YOU! THEY ARE STRIPPING OUR CIVIL LIBERTIES RIGHT UNDER OUR NOSES AND TELLING US THAT IF WE SAY ANYTHING, PEOPLE WILL THINK WE'RE BAD. THEY ARE WRONG! THIS IS A TRAVESTY! TELL EVERYONE! TELL TELL TELL TELL TELL TELL!!!
Don't tell anyone. Don't tell 'em anything. Don't tell 'em what went on. Don't tell 'em what really happened. Don't tell anyone. Don't tell 'em anything. They won't believe you 'cause it's all your fault!
