Kaylee ,'Out Of Gas'
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Blech. Just canceled my classed for tomorrow. I can still barely walk, and now my hand and wrist are starting to feel a little numb, which I know means they'll be painful and swollen by tomorrow, which will mean that using my walker won't really be an option.
Stupid body.
Volans, that sounds like a terrible amount of freedom for that kid.
Hil, I'm sorry.
That sounds miserable, Hil.
Bodies are stupid, Hillary. Right now my jaw hurts so much I want to cry. Ibuprofen doesn't touch the pain. I'm wavering between an edible or Vicodin at bedtime.
Reports of those laid off are slowly rolling in. So far I know two of the contacts folks who are now gone. Both are excellent employees but the company is moving most of the accounting and contacts work to our office in Poland. I'm sure I'll hear more names tomorrow. I can do a company directory search on Monday.
Funny baby story: we were watching Empire tonight after putting ltc to bed, and we could hear her moving about. So we check the monitor, and she's dancing to the music in her crib. It was so funny.
Love her.
She adores music of any kind. It's so funny. She'll stop whatever she's doing for even a commercial jingle.
My brain is so tired. I haven't been this brain tired since I temped as a court clerk. I feel more and more sure that I am going to be happy and confident in this job once I learn all the stuff I need to know. But in the meantime, soooo tired.
Please feel the love that I am sending out, I don't have what it takes to respond with words to each of you.
I often feel invisible, Suzi. Cause I'm not ordinary, but I'm also not an unstoppable barrier-breaking activist either.
Good morning! I slept well but my face is still hurting this morning. I'm forgetting what brought me relief in the past while I waited for the Lyrica to kick in. Arrggg.
The syllabus for my next class is available this morning, so I'm printing that off along with the extra articles we have to read in addition to our text books. I have the same professor as last class, which is ok but I wasn't a big fan of his style. Oh well, it is what it is. I have a feeling he may be the teacher for all my core classes.
Erika, you are not invisible. I owe you pictures of the framed palm tree prints you sent me. I love them and they are in my living room, so I think of you each time I look at them.