As if this PAST week hasn't been hard enough, I woke up this morning very nauseous... I called work to tell them I'd be in late, took gravol and went to lie down for an hour. I dozed off and had a rather rotten dream... I was at the beach with friends and we missed someone. We saw him floating face-down quite far off shore and I had to swim out to rescue him. I got to him and tried rescue breathing, but nothing was working. So I'm out in the ocean with a drowned friend and nothing I am doing is going to save him. Cue the alarm clock. I wake up in a panic, feel like crap, and have to get up and go to work.
I think that if I make it through this week even slightly sane, I'll have accomplished something.
I'm sick, tired, angry, hurt, lonely, mildy intoxicated from my medication and I want to scream!
On the other hand, I have a friend and her bebe boy coming this weekend for a visit. I haven't seen her in 8 months, so I'm very excited.
Balance, it's what life is all about. :)
