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.
Gotta tell ya regarding the “i could have kids & be sick” thought….enjoy your luxurious puking solitude because sometime you’ll look back fondly and wish for puking-alone-time. ::sigh::
Today’s YW lesson was about preventing disease, and I told my girls that when we’re sick, it’s important to let our bodies heal. Hope you are feeling better soon!
Hope you’re feeling better! Sounds like you are in a bad way. I hate being sick in general, but it’s much worse when you have things that must be done. Good luck on the essays!
one more thing we have in common–I luv sprite! :)sorry you’re feeling bad, but I’m glad you have good friends to come thru for you 🙂
I hope you are feeling better soon darlin!
Seriously, so sorry you’re sick! I hope you feel better really soon and rest up all weekend and feel as sorry for yourself as you want to. 🙂 But I can’t blame Sarah about your voice because the message you left me definitely had me laughing! And sorry I was in a coma this morning and didn’t answer the phone when you called! See you soon! Does everyone have plans for Halloween? We should do something, if not.
Just climb into bed and put your head under the covers. Treat yourself well and comfort yourself with whatever you need. Everything will be there when you get better :)(just be glad you don’t have kids to boot. There is no rest for the sick mom!)
Chloe just a quick note to say that I hope you make it through. Don’t stress too much on the essays. I am married to a perfectionist, and I am guessing you guys are a lot a like when it comes to writing. If they are going to accept you they will even if your essay isn’t ready to be published in a journal. The most important thing is that they have everything to look at together to make a decision. Just cut yourself some slack and remember that the words on the page are after all, just words. Easier said than done, I know. That’s all. Love you.Megan