It's really just my period giving me a miserable time, again, but, yeah, it was pretty bad at work, yesterday. This morning I slept late and had myself a good, solid breakfast and lots of tea, but still felt so weak and shaky that even walking to the bus stop seemed like a huge undertaking. At the point when I really needed to be leaving I finally decided to bag it, and called in. Since then I have read a lot and talked to
tootsiemuppet on AIM for a while (It's so nice to have her back online.:)) and that's really about all I've had energy for. Oh, I made an appointment for a physical with a new doctor; something I'd been meaning to do for a while, so I guess I made some use of my time at home. And with how incredibly spacey I was on the phone with the operator at the clinic it's probably a good thing I didn't go to work. It was so frustrating I almost started crying. But worse is the feeling that this weakness is a moral failure - that if I'd just pulled myself together and gone to work I might have been fine. Maybe I would have, I guess I don't know.
It's a near perfect day out - sunny, a little on the warm side, with a bit of a breeze. I think I'll go lay on the bed and stare at the ceiling.
It's a near perfect day out - sunny, a little on the warm side, with a bit of a breeze. I think I'll go lay on the bed and stare at the ceiling.