As my friend Sheena would say, I need a little cheese to go with my whine. I’m in the mood for a good whine. Ever want to cut your nose off from the rest of your face? How is it possible that gallons of snot can come from a single person’s head? Is it possible there’s an invisible structure squeezing my head? And how on earth did I manage to swallow all this glass?
That’s how I feel. Tylenol does improve things, and the sinuses do dry up for a few hours at a time – although my nose now looks like a Rudolf imitation and it occasionally bleeds from the chapping. Just what I need, the occasional drips of blood to further distract my day. My joints ache, for which the Tylenol doesn’t help. I have to pee constantly and yet can’t seem to drink enough. But these pesky magazine deadlines are nipping at my heels.
I’m tired, so tired. I’m so tired I slept through my alarm this morning and then fell asleep standing at the telephone poll waiting on the bus. Honest. I fell asleep standing up, my purse dropped to the ground where anyone could have run off with it. The bus driver had to honk to wake me up.
I arrived at work to discover one of our features has fallen through, completely, just two days before press. Do you know how hard I’ve worked to try to have everything done on time, even though I’ve had extra work to do, so that I could get it finished and leave for conference with everything under control? This feature had nothing to do with me, isn’t my responsibility but now I have the added stress of trying to pull together a replacement story in TWO DAYS. Not so bad if I were doing a newspaper type story – but this is different. Oh yeah, and that’s on top of the freelance story I took on to help pay for conference because I’m so bloody underpaid. I’m not happy.
But apparently this single girl has nothing better to do in the evenings than pull a story out of thin air. I don’t have kids you know – just a conference coming up in a week that I’m not ready for. I haven’t even written my presentation yet!
But as much as I have to whine about, it’s so minor compared with what’s going on in the lives of other HPS’ers. It some ways that makes it even more annoying. If I’m going to be slowed up by illness, it should be a whopper – some major pneumonia or colitis or low hemoglobin – something worthy of all this trouble. Who has time for a run-of-the-mill, everyday, completely normal cold?
That’s how I feel. Tylenol does improve things, and the sinuses do dry up for a few hours at a time – although my nose now looks like a Rudolf imitation and it occasionally bleeds from the chapping. Just what I need, the occasional drips of blood to further distract my day. My joints ache, for which the Tylenol doesn’t help. I have to pee constantly and yet can’t seem to drink enough. But these pesky magazine deadlines are nipping at my heels.
I’m tired, so tired. I’m so tired I slept through my alarm this morning and then fell asleep standing at the telephone poll waiting on the bus. Honest. I fell asleep standing up, my purse dropped to the ground where anyone could have run off with it. The bus driver had to honk to wake me up.
I arrived at work to discover one of our features has fallen through, completely, just two days before press. Do you know how hard I’ve worked to try to have everything done on time, even though I’ve had extra work to do, so that I could get it finished and leave for conference with everything under control? This feature had nothing to do with me, isn’t my responsibility but now I have the added stress of trying to pull together a replacement story in TWO DAYS. Not so bad if I were doing a newspaper type story – but this is different. Oh yeah, and that’s on top of the freelance story I took on to help pay for conference because I’m so bloody underpaid. I’m not happy.
But apparently this single girl has nothing better to do in the evenings than pull a story out of thin air. I don’t have kids you know – just a conference coming up in a week that I’m not ready for. I haven’t even written my presentation yet!
But as much as I have to whine about, it’s so minor compared with what’s going on in the lives of other HPS’ers. It some ways that makes it even more annoying. If I’m going to be slowed up by illness, it should be a whopper – some major pneumonia or colitis or low hemoglobin – something worthy of all this trouble. Who has time for a run-of-the-mill, everyday, completely normal cold?
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