I’m sitting at the computer feeling completely overwhelmed and completely sick. I have a cold that started on Thursday and has only augmented. Today, I am achy, possibly fevered and have almost no voice. To top it off, I threw up last night. I’m sure you all wanted to know that. But, as I sit here, trying to focus on my essays that are due Thursday, I feel just a bit hopeless. Not a feeling I am used to.
I would love to think that I could just have time to be sick, but I can’t. I have to work. I have another conference call with Mr. M Monday morning at 7 am my time, I have a French class, I have several more essays to write, I have documents that need to be translated and I have social engagements that cannot be postponed. Thankfully, only three of the schools’ deadlines are this week, but really, I just want to crawl in bed and die.
Thankfully, God (yes, I’m going to get religious for a moment) has a way of reminding me that I’m great, even when I don’t feel that way. I was perusing blogs (in an effort to procrastinate even more) this morning and happened upon this post on Holly’s blog. It reminded me that I have done great things. P.S. Running a marathon is totally worth it just for the ability to say, “I ran a marathon. I can (insert ANYTHING here).”
In case you want to know what I’ve been doing (besides writing essays), you can visit my life via my friends’ blogs here, here, here, and here.
ETA: And true to form, I once again was not able to feel really and truly sorry for myself. I got up to look for a band-aid (I also have a hang nail) and a thermometer (do I need a thermometer to confirm that I’m sick? aren’t the coughing, aching and puking enough to tell me that?) and my mind started going, as it is wont to do, and I thought about how much worse my situation could be. I could be sick and have kids. I could not have the luxury of applying to grad school. I could not have any friends and have no social life. And so on and so forth. And then, as I was writing this, Sarah called, laughed when she heard me attempt speaking, listened as I whined about how hard my life is for five minutes, then asked if I needed anything, to which I responded that a two-liter of Sprite would make me really happy. And that was that. A two-liter of Sprite will arrive at my house shortly. I really do have such a good life.