You never have different sorts of helpless?

Of course. And my advice is Teppy and situation specific, not generically applicable. There are definitely times when you need to crawl into your cave and and lick your wounds.

You, for example, are a person where I'd be more inclined to suggest that you recoup spent energies when feeling beleaguered.

I am feeling helpless right now, so I'm going to try and work in an extra krav class. I don't need to heal. I need to assert.

Steph, young lady, you do what you darned well want to. Except feel guilty about your decision. That is totally prohibited.

I knew, somehow, that Hec would be the lone voice telling me to go do my volunteer thing.

However, I did not. I came home, called friend, ate gyoza, stood in the shower and cried, and now I'm lying in bed, though not in a fetal position.

Sorry to disappoint, Hec.

And my advice is Teppy and situation specific, not generically applicable.

I'm just so damn tired, partly as a stress-reaction, and partly b/c I'm sore from working out yesterday, and I haven't been able to increase my stamina one bit -- in fact, it's getting harder and harder to work out at the same level of intensity. I feel like all my marrow has been sucked out. It blows.

Since Susan usually reads this thread:

Bad news -- to make right the Litany Of The Contour will cost $1200.

Good news -- $1200 is still lower than the Blue Book value, and it will pass emissions again.

Better news -- the blown heater/AC blower? Turned out it actually CAUGHT ON FIRE at some point while one of us was driving, and yet we're not dead!

Better-better news -- we have a babysitter if needed this weekend.

And the best news: I'm going to get my leaving student worker piss-drunk, so I'll be calling you about a ride or something at some point.

Maybe that last point isn't good news for you, but it is for me, since I want this week to end soon.

Steph, young lady, you do what you darned well want to. Except feel guilty about your decision. That is totally prohibited.

This. I'm glad you're taking care of yourself, Teppy. Cardiac-Dads are stressful.

Went in to Hubby's cardiologist yesterday to pick up some drugs for him. The receptionist said, by way of making sure she wasn't handing drugs to random strangers with the right name, "Oh, are you his daughter?" "No, I'm his wife." She gave me a funny look. Maybe now the receptionists think Lawrence Neil is my aging sugar daddy. I get that a lot, though, people thinking I'm in there to see my father. "But he's too young to have heart problems!" To which I have always resisted replying, "Oh, you mean the past five years have only been a particularly nasty hallucination? Cool!"

WTF?

I just got another call, from the job I interviewed for at UW, telling me the exact same thing--they liked me, I was a very strong candidate, but that someone else had slightly more pertinent experience.

t pounds head against desk

Letters, people, letters. Sometimes less personal is good.

Seriously, is this the latest stupid HR trend? I've never before been rejected by phone, now it's twice in one afternoon?!

Did I kill it with my horror at the all-too-personal revelations of my not-quite-adequacy?

Hec is not alone,Tep. He just took a shorter time to say it than me. But it would probably be good to think about something else.

Hec is not alone,Tep. He just took a shorter time to say it than me. But it would probably be good to think about something else.

Well, I'm glad (overall) that I cancelled on my friend, because I just need to be quiet tonight and not deal with 200 strangers. I'm watching Family Guy DVDs and craving Milk Duds, which I do not have.