(Technically, it was on September 22, 2007, but I was careless and forgot to mention it!)
So I was sick all last week with I don't know what, and I did a decent job at resting and taking care of myself and all of that. Then I felt almost-better for two or three days, so I decided to jump back into my normal routine because I had already spent ten days being totally ineffective. Well, looks like I jumped back in too soon, because I feel just like I felt when I first got sick last Monday: body-achy, sore throat and generally exhausted. At this point the whole feeling-like-ish thing isn't really an issue- I'm a trooper, I can handle a little discomfort- but the whole spending-time-"resting" thing drives me absolutely bananas. The whole point of resting is that you're not supposed to do anything, and wouldn't that drive anyone mad? Don't be surprised if I overdose and the autopsy reveals copious amounts of vitamin c in my bloodstream. I think I need a hug.
Oh, and this morning I went to flush a spider down the toilet, and as soon as I depressed the little lever, blue-colored water began streaming out of the toilet and all over my bathroom floor, coming dangerously close to the carpet. If it weren't for my cat-like reflexes the carpet under the threshold of my bathroom would be dunzo. I left a message for my apartment manager, so hopefully I'll have a fully-functional ladies' room by the close of tomorrow. My question to you is this: where do I relieve myself in the meantime? Bear in mind that I have never really met any of my neighbors. Good thing I have to work first thing in the morning because we have a fantastic ladies' room there!
To end things on a happier note, that book that I'm reading is just perfect. It's really everything I've needed to hear for a long time, and I've decided that as soon as I'm finished with it, I'm going to put together a women's book group to discuss it. That is, as soon as I'm well enough to be in the company of friends without fear of infecting everyone. *sigh* I feel like a leper, and don't nobody want to give a leper a hug. So much for ending things "on a happier note."
Hope all of you are just fabulous (and without wee-beasties making you sick)!
Okay, so in my defense I've tried posting three times and each time I clicked "save," the page refreshed and everything I had written was lost. This time I'm typing this into Text Edit and copy/pasting it over here. Pffft.
The past few weeks have been super. Well, not including the crappy things that have happened, the past few weeks have been super. I've been really active, which is great, but my hyperactivity lead to my falling super-ill. I'm guessing I got sick because I wasn't sleeping much, and, like, every social gathering involved wine or martinis. Alcohol + no sleep = The Black Death.
Anyhoo, I feel almost 100% again, which is exciting enough for me to be happy. Aside from my health being in good form, my student group for the Obama campaign is taking shape nicely, which makes me very happy. On top of that, I'm doing well in my classes, which is always cause for celebration.
The best part, though, of the past few weeks is the fact that I'm slowly (and for the first time of my life) creating a close network of girlfriends. I can't properly explain to you how great it feels to have girlfriends that you can talk to about whatever is going on in your life. The feedback is great, and simply knowing that you're not alone in your conundrums is totally comforting.
I started a new book a few days ago, it's called Captivating and it's by John and Stasi Eldredge. In a nutshell it's about the fundamental desires that women have in their romantic relationships, and why women of all ages are partial to certain kinds of stories/behaviors. Captivating is the women's version of the men's book Wild at Heart, written by the same authors. After I finish Captivating I plan on reading Wild at Heart, because, heck, a little insight into the minds of men couldn't hurt.
I've done a lot of thinking lately about what romantic relationships mean to me, and what it is that I would define as my "ideal." What's startling is that the ideal image that I came up with is pretty different than what I assumed I wanted for the better part of my young-adult life. On the other side of all of that romantic-soul-searching I've come to realize that I'm more of a catch than I give myself credit for, and that I don't tend to hold my romantic-prospects to the same standards as myself. Scary thought! Needless to say, I intend on staying single for awhile. As long as it takes, really, for me to have a more clear understanding of what it is, exactly, that I'm looking for. I can't believe that a little over a year ago I was looking forward to being engaged.
On a deeper note, this past year has been such a time of growth and change for me. I feel as if I have a little better understanding of who I am and what I stand for (no doubt that too will change). Seriously, I feel like this past year has been a sort of emotional-adolescence that I'm only just coming out of. I like now-me much better than the me from a year ago, and that's always a good sign, right? Here's hoping that I'm still on the up-and-up...
Melissa
