"To Make the World a Little Golder..."
Jan. 3rd, 2006 04:07 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
psalm_onethirtyoneOh, and here's the medical bulletin for to-day:
The abscess under my arm has come back for the third time, so I have to see a doctor about it.
Sleep = not going very well; Sunday night five hours, Monday six, last night six (from five o'clock to eleven). My insomnia is murderous. I wish I could take a sleeping med or aught.
Feet = better. I have a pair of shoes I'm required to wear for treadmilling, and, reluctantly, I am. ...Don't say anything, Lillie.
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After a great deal of hysterics yesterday, it was decided I will have to cut down so I am only working three hours a day, instead of five, because I am failing at school. I need to be on Algebra Two, and I'm still doing Algebra One; and I'm definitely failing astronomy. Also we are not even halfway through the school year yet.
The other reason for my not working so much is because at this point I am working alone. Linda leaves me alone, and I'm running three activities by myself, and I really can't do it anymore. I've joked before that I'm just like someone who gets paid, except I don't get paid, but actually that's true, and I can't do it. Is breaking me. So Mum said she would telephone Linda, because I am terrified of confrontation, and tell her so.
I should probably eat breakfast now, but I really, really, really feel too self-squicked to do so. Maybe I will go treadmill more.
The abscess under my arm has come back for the third time, so I have to see a doctor about it.
Sleep = not going very well; Sunday night five hours, Monday six, last night six (from five o'clock to eleven). My insomnia is murderous. I wish I could take a sleeping med or aught.
Feet = better. I have a pair of shoes I'm required to wear for treadmilling, and, reluctantly, I am. ...Don't say anything, Lillie.
~~~
After a great deal of hysterics yesterday, it was decided I will have to cut down so I am only working three hours a day, instead of five, because I am failing at school. I need to be on Algebra Two, and I'm still doing Algebra One; and I'm definitely failing astronomy. Also we are not even halfway through the school year yet.
The other reason for my not working so much is because at this point I am working alone. Linda leaves me alone, and I'm running three activities by myself, and I really can't do it anymore. I've joked before that I'm just like someone who gets paid, except I don't get paid, but actually that's true, and I can't do it. Is breaking me. So Mum said she would telephone Linda, because I am terrified of confrontation, and tell her so.
I should probably eat breakfast now, but I really, really, really feel too self-squicked to do so. Maybe I will go treadmill more.
