One thing I hate about Monday mornings is my lack of anything resembling an interesting weekend, for weeks. Maybe I should start making shit up, see if you're smart enough to catch me. But at least nobody's cutting around the naughty bits, I suppose. So Billytea, did Bec's friend find a bathroom in time?
Mal ,'The Train Job'
Spike's Bitches 23: We've mastered the power of positive giving up.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Happy birthday, Owen!
I woke up this morning with searing lower back pain, which still hasn't subsided. It feels like it would go away if I could only stretch out properly, or crack my back, but I can't because it HURTS. I have yet to find a comfortable sitting position. It's not bad enough that I'm worried about it, but it's bad enough and constant enough that I'm having trouble concentrating on anything else.
Jess, have you taken anything like Ibuprofen, or whatever?
Not yet. I think the receptionist has some upstairs, but that would involve walking up a flight of stairs.
Jess, have you taken anything like Ibuprofen, or whatever?
The ThermaCare patches can help loosen up tight muscles. (If you go out at lunch, or can send a minion to CVS.) And the downward dog yoga pose has been a really good stretch for my lower back. YLBMV.
Oh, good idea. I have no minions, but I can go at lunch. (I went upstairs to get the Advil, and walking turns out to be much less painful than sitting.)
Downward dog would feel great if I thought I could actually get into it.
x-posted with my LJ:
No iPod this semester...
I'm sitting here in tears, but it just hit me what I've done.
I'm not at school today. I justified it because I have a migraine...but I'm pretty sure I have the migraine because I'm terrified of being triggered in my Mountain Tales class today. And, unlike the other classes I've missed this semester, I didn't even try today. Usually I called someone for justification. Today I thought maybe I could just squeeze it by without anyone noticing (easy since Emily is out of town). But, I know. I can't lie and take the iPod.
Don't get me wrong...I don't feel well...I think that quite possibly this is not a good class for me. But, it's too late to withdraw, so I need to finish it. I need to be there and deal with the consequences outside of class...in therapy...with friends and family...etc.
The good thing...as long as I don't let this totally get me down...I still will have done better this semester than I have done ever. And I've tried really damn hard.
But, right now? I'm kicking myself. And hard.
Happy Birthday, Owen!
Nora, that's exciting. All fingers crossed for you and Tom.
I've been to the airport and back already this morning. I feel this deserves something like a nap. Sara does not seem to agree.
Back~ma, Jessica.
ETA: {{{{vw}}}} You've done so well this semester. Don't beat yourself up. Maybe Mountain Tales wasn't a good class for you (although I'm not clear on the issues around the possible trigger) but you're trying really hard every day. Much punctuation, hon.
Happy Birthday, Owen!
{{{vw}}}
Would it be possible to give yourself some other reward if you finish out the rest of the semester without missing a class? Maybe a bookstore splurge of a certain amount of $$? (That's how I reward myself, except when I do it by letting myself enter an extra writing contest, though I know the latter makes me a freak.) That way you'll still have that motivation to aim for.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY OWEN!!
{{vw}} We had a deal - no beating yourself up. You don't feel well - that is the bottom line.