Oof, I am tired. Sean, I am glad to know things are going better. What an awful situation.
Hil, nothing bad-ma atcha. I need you to be mathy for me soon!
Pix, I love that your student is emailing "yay, I get it, thanks!" emails to you. How wonderful.
And my new job? Intensely demanding and crazy-busy, but I think I am rocking it like whoa so far. I feel my brain booting back to life after, really, 5 months off in toto. I worked 1 to 11 pm shifts yesterday and today, and work a 9 to 7 pm tomorrow (10 hour weird shifts because of training) and I am trying to wind down before I shower and sleep.
And yo, how did I repress the exciting world of testimony-worthy documentation? Oh...yeah. But it is scarily enough flowing back, in all its exacting, specific, jargon-riddled glory. Word. (And word, and word, and word...)
Now I am able to appruciate this poem.
Phallic symbols, I teach well. Proofreading, nsm.
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I remember when I was 19 and in London for a semester abroad, I had JUST discovered the deeply fascinating world of feminist social views regarding the evils of phallocentrism and how it had ruined MY life. If I let it. (Bad phalli, no cookie!) EVERYTHING was phallic. It became a group joke "Look! A phallus!" and as a result, I have about a million pictures of every spire, obelisk, tower and jutty pointy thing in 90's London, Bath, Dover and Canterbury. Also? Pizza Hut placemats from all of those cities.
Hmm. I didn't get laid ONCE in England. Methinks I was scanning for too many symbolic phalluses and not talking to the people attached to the real ones. How did I end up not laid in England at 19 in 1993? I am ASHAMED of myself.
Back from ER. They said it seemed like nothing -- EKG was "squeaky-clean," and I don't seem to have a blood clot. Official diagnosis on my discharge papers was "palpitations," which was the reason I went in to begin with.
Why is ER so cold? I had to keep my winter jacket on the entire time I was inside.
Snuggling up in blankets and getting to bed now.
(((Hil))) I'm glad you went to the ER and it was nothing serious. You might want to ask your doctor at some point about the numbness possible being a form of a migraine. I get that sometimes when I'm very anxious. Take care.
Glad to hear the EKG is good. But I hate to think of you being a candidate for a House episode.
This pain induced insomnia is really for the birds. I don't know how y'all who deal with it regularly cope so well without utterly giving up and/or cutting people.
Last time I went into ER I was post-feverish and tachy (heart rate of 120). The doctor seemed concerned, but a litre of saline seemed to even things out.
(((Windsparrow))) I'm sorry your in pain.
I'm up early because my body seems to be totally confused by the concepts of day and night.
You know what is incredibly sweet? Sammie, my little spaz of a cat, has been keeping me company, purring for me, sitting on my desk, reaching her little paw to my head as if to pet me. All in all, much more intense contact from her than usual. Upstairs when I was sitting up in bed, she put both her front paws on my shoulder. She's never done that one before.
