I just got an e-mail from my therapist, checking in on me, because she saw updates in my medical record (the ER visit last night and all of the diagnoses). She was challenging me to practice mindfulness to get through this and not get stuck in "blaming" myself for being sick--as if this is just continuation of ineffective patterns of dealing with stress.

And it's got me thinking. I wonder if I'm sicker, because I was afraid that that was what was happening (that mental stress was manifesting as physical illness), so I just kept pushing and pushing, trying to break the pattern, until everything just built up and made me stop and pay attention.

I'm not going to use this as another tool to beat myself up with, but boy, that's a little frightening. Mindfulness. Yes. Need more of that, me thinks.

I found an official Fashion Police badge. (really!) I'm just WAITING for an opportunity to pull that out.

Oooh, where?! I need one.

Miss vw, I am glaring at the monitor in a stern manner, and it is directed at you. You are unwell and need taking care of, stop worrying about if you worried your mom. Moms worry about their kids, no matter what age the kid in question is.

Poor Bug!

Don't feel bad about needing your Mom you've got three things going on! Most people would have waved the white flag at 1!

um... I'm posting from work, just briefly. I read omni's rant. Sorry stuff irrirating you. I'm flying solo right now! wheee....

and I'm doing okay I reallylike this job. Buffista~ma is the best.

Oh and speaking of ~ma, one of my new Second Life friends' Mom is sick and if anyone has a spare bit of healing ~ma to send out to Rosie's Mom she'd appreciate it. (I won't say more than that becuase I, unlike The Secret, believe the universe if smart enough to get the ~ma to the right person...plus who knows maybe it will go out to all Mom's of Rosie who might need some ~ma).

vw, I'm glad you asked for help! I hope she brings you a fluffy new pillow to rest with.

I left for the DMV this morning at about 10:30 a.m. -- I just got home. The most amazing part is that the new DL picture isn't half bad. You can't even tell I died at least an hour before they took it of hunger and tedium while waiting for my number to appear.

I hope she brings you a fluffy new pillow to rest with.

Bless her heart, she did that last night (or rather this morning) when she joined me at the ER. It's blissful!

My boss just called me BEE-ESS! I asked if I could take off at 4 cause I have a shitload of schoolwork to do tonight and by Monday and he said, "You are NOT going to go do homework on a FRIDAY NIGHT! BEE-ESS!"

I'ma kick him in the nuts.

vw, just listen to Teppy. She's on a roll this week. Please take care of yourself, without beating yourself up over it.

Sparky, backflung.

Empress, I'm going to come out there and blister his ears with invectives and curses in three different languages. By the time I'm finished he'll be deaf, sterile, blind, pock-marked, and covered in warts. Then we'll kick him in the nuts.

OK, the Empress smites, but Maria comes up with some good THREATS.

And together, we fight CRIME!

The Empress and the Bitch--saving the world from asses, idiots and neo-conservatives since 2004.

I hate everything today. And I am so getting that bumper sticker.

I misremembered the pool times today. I went to the library first and thought I had plenty of time. Instead of 40 minute swim I got 15 minutes in. Oops. Not that I'm swimming all that great anyway. I did just send an email to the swim coach to see if I can get swim lessons from one of the coaches or even a student.

Sox, I am not in a mood to stop by this afternoon. We'll have to catch up later. I'm still in fester fester fester, rot rot rot mode.