My stomach hurts. And it isn't from tonight's corned beef an cabbage at Aunt Patty's house- that was delicious.
My head hurts. The Advil didn't help. This is a pain from deep within my brain. I think it hurts from racing in circles for the past two weeks. What if I get the job? What if I don't get the job? Do I think I will get the job? Do I think I won't get the job? My mind is spinning.
My eyes hurt. It hurts to hold them open, but it hurts to close them. The sockets of my eyes are throbbing.
My throat hurts. Not the hurt that makes it painful to swallow, but the pain that accompanies a lump in your throat. This is the kind of pain you experience when something goes down the wrong pipe, but doesn't go completely down.
My back hurts. It's partially from running. It's partially from running with old sneakers. I promised to buy myself new ones when I get a job. Part of the pain is the stress of sitting at my awkward desk, obsessively checking my email inboxes. The rest of the pain is from stress. Down and back, Meaghan. Put your shoulders down and back.
My heart hurts. It has been racing since Friday morning, the day when I expected to receive a phone call. Even though I knew I wouldn't receive the call over the weekend, my heart didn't get the memo. Now it is tired of pounding out of my chest. It has been a long weekend.
Tomorrow I should get the call. Should. But I thought I would receive the call on Friday, and I was wrong. Tomorrow will be two weeks. At the interview he said two weeks. Tomorrow is the day. The seconds feel like minutes. The hours feel like days. These have been the longest two weeks of my life.
Showing posts with label sick. Show all posts
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Monday, March 19, 2012
Tuesday, February 28, 2012
... And I'm back.
Holy moly, that illness knocked me out!
Last Tuesday I had the pleasure of spending the day in New Jersey with little Hannah and Adelaide. We had a great day of cookie- making (yay for owning an oven!) and monster- playing. Unfortunately, by the time my delayed two hour commute back to the city came to a close, I felt like death. Addie's adorable snotty nose, was less than cute on me.
And, by the next morning, I was far from the "happy wheezer" that her doctor had named her.
Yup, I think Addie got me sick.
And, this was no normal head cold. Instead, I was knocked out cold. It took every ounce of energy for me to walk to the kitchen and refill my water bottle. I was so sick that I couldn't even read. In the middle of The Hunger Games Trilogy, and I couldn't force myself to read! My computer wasn't turned on for days. I just couldn't bear the thought of sitting at my desk, or focusing long enough to wait for it to turn on.
I had dreams of living the crazy, single 24- year- old life while Erin was home in Saratoga, but I did far from that. I spent the week sweating through my pajamas, hoping my fever would break and the hot flashes and chills would end.
By Sunday afternoon I was beginning to feel a bit better. Monday I slept until noon. But, today, I am getting back on track. I still carry a wad of tissues with me wherever I go, but my pants don't have an elastic waistband, and I have already left the apartment today. Yay for progress!
Oh, and in my week of illness, I lost 10 pounds, so I guess that's a plus. I was hoping to drop a few ell- bees before the wedding!
More posts to come soon. But sorry, Stephen, this is as gross and gruesome as it gets!
Last Tuesday I had the pleasure of spending the day in New Jersey with little Hannah and Adelaide. We had a great day of cookie- making (yay for owning an oven!) and monster- playing. Unfortunately, by the time my delayed two hour commute back to the city came to a close, I felt like death. Addie's adorable snotty nose, was less than cute on me.
And, by the next morning, I was far from the "happy wheezer" that her doctor had named her.
Yup, I think Addie got me sick.
And, this was no normal head cold. Instead, I was knocked out cold. It took every ounce of energy for me to walk to the kitchen and refill my water bottle. I was so sick that I couldn't even read. In the middle of The Hunger Games Trilogy, and I couldn't force myself to read! My computer wasn't turned on for days. I just couldn't bear the thought of sitting at my desk, or focusing long enough to wait for it to turn on.
I had dreams of living the crazy, single 24- year- old life while Erin was home in Saratoga, but I did far from that. I spent the week sweating through my pajamas, hoping my fever would break and the hot flashes and chills would end.
By Sunday afternoon I was beginning to feel a bit better. Monday I slept until noon. But, today, I am getting back on track. I still carry a wad of tissues with me wherever I go, but my pants don't have an elastic waistband, and I have already left the apartment today. Yay for progress!
Oh, and in my week of illness, I lost 10 pounds, so I guess that's a plus. I was hoping to drop a few ell- bees before the wedding!
More posts to come soon. But sorry, Stephen, this is as gross and gruesome as it gets!
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