Damned Karma

Planoamy
Guess who was so stressed about missing the alarm clock this morning, that she woke up every hour and a half to check the time, got too hot then too cold, and when the alarm finally did screech her awake, she got up and puked? Yep.

Now while you ratchet your eyebrows back down, there's no need to conclude it's THAT pukey in the AM thing. Last I heard, hell had not frozen over. Nor had I missed any of the beautiful experiences of being a young woman. Whoever pushes that line of sh*t is probably a bitter gay man. Anyhoo, I got to puke in my own home for the first time. First time in Louisville, too, so I guess it was like a rite of passage. I really belong.

The office called at 9 to see if I was really curled on death's doormat, like my voice mail led them to believe. I think I might have sounded a bit too perky because my voice was above a whisper and I thanked my boss for checking on how I was feeling. Hope they don't send a van out after me. I've never seen anyone carted INTO work, although in the past month we've had two co-workers go out on a gurney with the EMT's due to various health conditions. So, my pleasant one day off has become two crappy days off. I don't feel like doing the things that I can look around and see need to be done. I did clean up the living room after watching a rerun of Sell This House on A&E, but other than that it's a cruddy pukey kind of day. I don't know if it was stress or something I ate, but I am going to get through this! After all, I have a three day week to look forward to now. Three days of my job.

Yesterday at the dentist's, the hygienist was really getting on me about not being a teacher. I probably said a dozen words to her the whole time I was there, and she found out what my degrees were in, what job I'd love to do in life (teach falling-behind children or adults to improve their reading and language skills so they enjoy books) and told me her husband is a teacher at an area high school. School starts in 2 weeks and if they know I have a degree in English AND history and an interest in special education at a time when the No Child Left Behind Act is about to choke them out of funding, they might issue me an emergency teaching license and a "Here you go." Interesting. She also told me her husband had a vasectomy. My response to that was, "GGGGGGtththhth." You know, that suction thingie.

Something to think about. The teaching.