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September 17, 2015 2 Comments
Never thought I’d be staying at home with my parents again.
Never thought I’d be grateful to be staying at home with them.
I planned to stay one night but it’s now been 5. Turns out I’m not so good at resting and looking after myself but they’re great at it! Atm I’m in some strange limbo land, waiting to see if I have “just” got the flu or if I have glandular fever. As if my parents weren’t doting enough as it is…to find out I might have a nasty diagnosis has increased the dote tenfold! Gently woken with a cuppa first thing in the morning, breakfast in bed, all other meals cooked and brought to me on a STABLE TABLE because I am a grandma lol, constant changing of my brown paper waste bag they supply for the dirty tissues, lighting the fire every night so I’m warm, mum comes into my bedroom at 6am with a heater for me because she’s freezing – my room is already warm from the vapouriser she bought me…XD
Getting a nasty diagnosis is bittersweet – weeks and weeks off work has been my ultimate dream for years!! XD but I always imagined a fracture or laryngitis. The other hand – probably not allowed to dance either for who knows how long. Hence the title of this post, in ultimate dream fantasy land you don’t imagine the other real world consequences that might go along with your dream. I’m not worrying about that now though, luckily I’m rather good at sealing my emotions up in a little box for safekeeping.
Sometimes the box is so well sealed that I forget how to be sad when I am sad or I don’t know how to feel excitement anymore. Other times I think God wants me to open the box and empty it at his feet.
I think the reason I’m still sick is because I didn’t rest when I should have. I doubt it’s glandular fever because my GLANDS are not sore! And my throat isn’t that sore. Apparently it is “cobblestone” says Dr, but I’m hoping that’s from ridiculous amounts of coughing and sneezing or infection.
39.2 is an unusually high temp for a flu though. And it was preceded with a week of unexplained tiredness. My dr’s appointment went a little like this…
Dr.: *peers into my throat*
*leaps back aghast*
*goes in for a second look*
*washes hands immediately*
Me: Pretty sure that means 3 days of work, yesss. lol
First time all year i have read a fiction book – The Hunger Games. Bit sad that I felt a tad too old for it. I thought the movie captured the characters really well! Katniss was more likable to me in the book than in the movie. I cried. I fell in <3 with Peta. I felt the violence was less impacting in the book thank goodness as that’s why I hated the movie first time round.
September 8, 2015 4 Comments
It’s a difficult spot to be in as a student. It’s a place of vulnerability, your weaknesses on display, him coaching you through to overcome them. It creates a unique bond and I find myself wanting more, thinking of him as a friend, wanting to know more about him, his story, wanting to tell him more about me. Then a tiny voice creeps in: It’s a one way bond, he’s not emotionally engaged. And you couldn’t expect him to be. He has HEAPS of students! For me it is a new experience of personal growth. For him – he has seen the kind of thing I’m going through, many times before. It is his job. I pay him. How do I distance myself?