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missroserose"So finally, I go over and I open the door, and - just as I suspected - it's some big fat hermaphrodite with a Flock-Of-Seagulls haircut and only one nostril.
Oh, man, I hate it when I'm right."
--"Weird Al" Yankovic, "Albuquerque"
While not facing that particular problem at the moment, the sentiment still applies, specifically to the last sentence of the second-to-last paragraph of my last longish entry, or for those of you too lazy to go back and look, to my comment of "So much for Thanksgiving 'vacation'." Well, folks, it's been even less of a vacation than I anticipated, due to this lovely sore throat virus that managed to appear Thursday morning. It could be worse - there's no runny nose, stuffed-up sinuses, or nausea that usually accompany such things, but it's easily one of the worst sore throats I've ever had. Both tonsils swollen to the point of visibility on the first day, and while they've deflated somewhat, you can still see one of them. Speech is still relatively unhindered, though swallowing has been made extremely painful (which makes the lack of appetite something of a relief) and breathing through the nose is also somewhat difficult due to swelling, especially when lying back.
All this, on top of the term paper to write, the speech to practice, the preliminary research to do...I'm most definitely not going to have the speech done on time, so I'm hoping the professor will let me do it on the re-do day in a week or so. I haven't gotten anywhere near as much done on the term paper as I'd have liked, but as of tonight I do have a working outline, and I found out that the deadline has been pushed to Wednesday, which gives me an extra couple of days (albeit working ones). And I wasn't able to go spend tonight with Ryan because I'm so wiped out from the combination of fighting off this virus and trying to get all this homework done, even though Saturday is the one night a week we can spend together without him having to go to work or me having to be up early the next morning. If this keeps up until Monday, I may not even make it into class and go in search of a doctor instead. All my problems with our health-care system aside, it's what we have available when you're sick, and I'm feeling pretty damn sick. I'll just keep drinking lots of water (easy to do, since it's the only thing that lessens the pain of swallowing) and hoping that I feel better in a day or two...
I realize I'm being incredibly whiny here, and that in a couple of weeks none of this will really matter, but right now I really need to vent. Which is one of the reasons journals exist, right?
Fortunately, there are a couple of bright points. My mother has given me both her encouragement and the rent money for this month, which is one point of stress removed. She even tossed in a little extra so that I could afford a nice prize for myself after all this is dealt with. And most importantly, she sent me her love. We may disagree on a lot of things, but I do love my mom.
I just keep telling myself, "In a couple of weeks, none of this will matter..."
@->--Rose
{Note: I shelled out the five bucks for a couple of months' worth of paid services so I could use all the nifty Firefly icons I've made. I don't think this one takes much explaining - I'm feeling incredibly human right now, with all the fallacies and faults included therein. I do like the way the icon turned out, though. Note the presence of Wash's toy dinosaurs in the background?}
Oh, man, I hate it when I'm right."
--"Weird Al" Yankovic, "Albuquerque"
While not facing that particular problem at the moment, the sentiment still applies, specifically to the last sentence of the second-to-last paragraph of my last longish entry, or for those of you too lazy to go back and look, to my comment of "So much for Thanksgiving 'vacation'." Well, folks, it's been even less of a vacation than I anticipated, due to this lovely sore throat virus that managed to appear Thursday morning. It could be worse - there's no runny nose, stuffed-up sinuses, or nausea that usually accompany such things, but it's easily one of the worst sore throats I've ever had. Both tonsils swollen to the point of visibility on the first day, and while they've deflated somewhat, you can still see one of them. Speech is still relatively unhindered, though swallowing has been made extremely painful (which makes the lack of appetite something of a relief) and breathing through the nose is also somewhat difficult due to swelling, especially when lying back.
All this, on top of the term paper to write, the speech to practice, the preliminary research to do...I'm most definitely not going to have the speech done on time, so I'm hoping the professor will let me do it on the re-do day in a week or so. I haven't gotten anywhere near as much done on the term paper as I'd have liked, but as of tonight I do have a working outline, and I found out that the deadline has been pushed to Wednesday, which gives me an extra couple of days (albeit working ones). And I wasn't able to go spend tonight with Ryan because I'm so wiped out from the combination of fighting off this virus and trying to get all this homework done, even though Saturday is the one night a week we can spend together without him having to go to work or me having to be up early the next morning. If this keeps up until Monday, I may not even make it into class and go in search of a doctor instead. All my problems with our health-care system aside, it's what we have available when you're sick, and I'm feeling pretty damn sick. I'll just keep drinking lots of water (easy to do, since it's the only thing that lessens the pain of swallowing) and hoping that I feel better in a day or two...
I realize I'm being incredibly whiny here, and that in a couple of weeks none of this will really matter, but right now I really need to vent. Which is one of the reasons journals exist, right?
Fortunately, there are a couple of bright points. My mother has given me both her encouragement and the rent money for this month, which is one point of stress removed. She even tossed in a little extra so that I could afford a nice prize for myself after all this is dealt with. And most importantly, she sent me her love. We may disagree on a lot of things, but I do love my mom.
I just keep telling myself, "In a couple of weeks, none of this will matter..."
@->--Rose
{Note: I shelled out the five bucks for a couple of months' worth of paid services so I could use all the nifty Firefly icons I've made. I don't think this one takes much explaining - I'm feeling incredibly human right now, with all the fallacies and faults included therein. I do like the way the icon turned out, though. Note the presence of Wash's toy dinosaurs in the background?}
