of a tennis player, hiker, writer |
Just getting the junk out. I’m nervous because I feel the presure to perform. I feel like crap. I have a sinus headache, my nose won’t stop running, my throat hurts, and my eyes feel puffy. No matter how much Claritin, or Dayquil I swallow, I still feel crappy. I was planning on taking the day anyway, but now, I know I am. Autumn has her dr. appointment today to prepare her for tomorrow’s surgery. I’ve told her all about my surgery, so she knows what to expect. Laney says I’m scaring her. I just feel that if you know what’s going to happen step by step, you can mentally prepare yourself. After her appointment, we’ll eat lunch. I told her she could invite M. if she wanted and then, we’ll go to Wal-Mart to drop the film off. Pictures of Kovu ‘driving’ and then pick up food she might want, and rent some DVD’s. I took tomorrow and Thursday off, incase she feels bad. I know I should write about my fears and worries about this surgery, but I can’t. Every time I start thinking scare thoughts, I push them away. Then I tell myself how stupid I’m being, since I can’t do anything now. And who knows how long it will take after the surgery to know anything. But still, my mind goes in circles. ****************************************************** I just interviewed a guy for our part time position. He seems interested. He’s a Mercer student who runs track and wants to make some extra money. He knows about the computer, but not about tennis. Why can’t I get someone who knows tennis, computer, is friendly, wants to work and is reliable???? I’ll teach him about tennis. He knows Word! And Excel! I forgot to ask about Access, but who cares???? Plus, and Autumn would kill me for even typing, but he’s cute for her. He’s her age, and a student! She needs to date a college student. I know, I’m being so Mom, but I can’t help it. Man I feel so horrible. Please don’t let me be sick for long. It so totally sucks because I won’t stay in bed and rest. The last time I did that, I had the flu. OMG that really was horrible. It took two weeks to get over, and I couldn’t get up, even if I wanted to. At least I don’t feel THAT bad. (I need to check ML codes for italics.) Off for now, Adam will be here any minute and I need to type him a To Do List. toodles. ** Image ID #921227 Unavailable ** "Invalid Item" "You Want to Write About WHAT?"
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