Ms. P and I are both remarkable cranky-pantses today, since we were up much too late doing tarot readings for my birthday and for our friend R's work-life and she had to be at work at 8. Nothing good comes of mornings like these, especially when I'm effectively sitting around waiting for R to wake up so I can make him coffee and we can chat for a while before figuring out how to do lunch with Ms. P. I don't sit around and wait very well, especially when the end-point isn't clear.
On December 28 I'm always just waiting for the holidays to be over. Christmas is over with its attendant family fun; my birthday is over, which means present-getting is over for another 362 days (even though I'm feeling very anti-materialistic, my childhood sadness remains); we can't get back into routine yet, because New Years means more socializing and more people and not going to work; many of my friends and colleagues are at the MLA, either presenting papers or hoping to get a better job and get the hell out of Dodge and leave me here alone to run things; I'm almost always sick as a dog. Yeah, it's great.
But my birthday was lovely--very low key but very much stuff I wanted to do. Ms. P made us breakfast; we went to see Lemony Snicket, which we enjoyed even though the books are much better; we had sushi for lunch; we laid around and watched more L-Word; we went out for mediterranean food; we did the aforementioned annual tarot readings. It was both entirely my day and not too much being looked at or fussed over, things I hate with a passion.
I woke up today feeling really awful. I had a bout of what we around here call Rocket Ass--sudden intestinal distress that causes everything I've eaten recently to reappear with force and severely dehydrate me--after lunch yesterday, but this feels new. I rarely feel like I'm going to throw up, but right now I'm doing my best not to think about vomiting or it'll happen right here in the living room on the dogs. I'm prone to feeling sick if I've not gotten enough sleep, and here it is again. I'm going to have to be more vigilant about the sleeping part. The newest theory is that all of these health problems are stemming from my endometriosis and just getting worse all of a sudden. I have an appointment with a specialist on the 13th, so we'll see what happens.
I think today my goal may be just to get myself organized to have a productive day tomorrow.
Ugh. Sorry to hear you weren't feeling well and hope you're better today. And the post-holiday time can be a bit odd for me, too.
Posted by: Cheeky Prof | December 30, 2004 at 11:17 AM