Oh, dear and fluffy lord, I regret what I have consumed this evening. Please make it stop.
Those over-the-counter decongestants? Far far worse than the behind-the-counter stuff. At least for me. I feel like my body is about to jitter itself apart, and yet my heart rate seems normal. My mouth is dry, there is a terrible taste/smell in my (clear) nostrils and throat, and I am nervous as hell. On the upside, I can breathe. I threw the whole box of the damn red pills away. I can't believe I used to take this stuff all the time when I lived with my sister. Maybe this partially explains why I was so miserable then. This feels a lot like an anxiety attack. Also, it's 3am and there's no way I'm getting to sleep for another couple hours. I'd call out sick to work, except I've got too much work to do.
It is 5am and I am still awake. Today is gonna SUCK.
Did you not get any sleep, Zen? I'm sorry; I know how miserable that is. Can you call in?
Just woke up, at 11:30. Yeah, work seems unlikely.
{{{Zen}}} Hope you're on the mend soon.
So, I realized that I never did Thank You notes after my interviews. First I panicked, then I realized that I was contacted by an internal company recruiter and don't have contact info for any of the people I interviewed with. I'm not even sure it'd be worth doing to send a single emailed Thank You to the recruiter to thank the 8 people I interviewed with. Am I wrong? Is it too late anyway (my interviews were Monday)? Ack!
ETA: I went ahead and did one nice email to the recruiter addressing her and the 2 million people who interviewed me. I figured I just needed to get something over there sooner rather than later. Here's hoping it was enough.
Those people who believe in colon cleansing really should try radiation.
You can see my pixels, right?
I'm feeling a bit invisible.
Oh, Ginger, sorry for the simul-post.
How are you feeling?
Tomorrow's my last treatment, so my intestines should start behaving in a couple of days. It's been hard to get anything done while thinking about the direct line to the bathroom.
Ugh. I can't imagine what that must feel like.
Last treatment? That is good news, right?
I hope it goes well and is so successful, the ugly intestinal ick will almost seem worth it.