June 4th, 2004


Happy Friday!

Wow - happy birthday to azurelunatic, gutman, trouvera, wiseheron, and zeppo!

Hello to new reader shaddragon; was most excellent to meet you.

Rash Reflection
Not the evil Lamictal rash, thank the gods. She checked me out and said, "Hm. Have you been under any stress lately?"

A little more than usual, yes. :)

So! Stress-related dermatitis, I have steroid cream, I can cease the out-freaking.

I know I can wig out at things that sometimes turn out to be minor. Nine times out of ten, I'll be fine.

That tenth time's a doozy, though.

*bone-cracking yawn*
Up til 4 last night. Tummy floopy. Bodycrash. I am home.

On the Bright Side
Once my tummy settles, I'll have more time to pack for Miss Kid's trip.

I still need a ride to the airport tomorrow morning.

That is all for now....
  • Current Music
    Leonard Cohen, "The Future"
Katchoo - Terry Moore


*does a little bit of laundry*
*does a little bit of unpacking*
*cannot handle it*

This is insane. I'm physically weak. Not just exhausted. Frail. Not sick sick though. But - tummy queasy, muscles tired. Weak.

I don't have enough energy to put away laundry.

I guess this is moving stress plus the accompanying physical stress plus the accompanying sleep-dep. I've reached a pausing point - unpacked enough to live for a few days without another hardcore unpacking drive, no out-of-town guests, Miss Kid leaving in the morning, etc. - so. Systems crash.

I set aside Elayna's travel clothes (can't find the suitcase). And that was the only thing that Must Get Done Today. So.

I'm putting myself on bed rest.

Because my body cannot handle a normal level of activity. Which feels very weird.

I'm also taking a vacation from my friends page, at least til Monday. I'm likely to post a little, but very unlikely to read my friends page. No energy. I've paused several times just writing this.

I am unwell. I am taking steps to take care of myself. Which is Progress. I'm proud of myself.

Now I'm going to have some cinnamon-clove tea and curl up with the new Michael Marshall Smith book. And very likely nap. Which I never ever do. But I am just that tired.
  • Current Mood
    exhausted systems crash