Soujin (
psalm_onethirtyone) wrote2006-01-03 04:07 pm
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"To Make the World a Little Golder..."
Oh, 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.
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I am, however, going to try and call you weekly from now on, unless you mind terribly.
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Okay. I don't mind. I love you.
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*clingstoandcriesbecauseshehasthemostwonderfulfriendsintheworldanddoesn'tdeserveitandoh,oh,oh*
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Why can't you take a sleeping pill?
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...&c &c. Although she said to-day if it's really bad, I can maybe try. But she still doesn't really want me to.
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...That was before we spoke, I swear. Although as someone who tried sleeping pills for the first time ever last semester (and they didn't help, but that's beside the point) and for much the same reason, I do think that trying cannot hurt. There's a point, I think, where you just need to sleep, no matter what. It's no long solution, but really, sometimes the short term is more important.
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So it all hinges on to-morrow. Suspense zomg. >:D Dun de dun dunnn.
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*hugpets* Good luck! ♥
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Thank you so much. *hugclinghugs*
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