Gluttony with comfort foods was part of the cure, and lots of Clonopin induced sleep as well when gluttony in front of the “news and views” television wouldn’t work. I am feeling much better today – bright eyed and bushy tailed as my grandmother would always say when I was truly feeling my oats. Sometimes, that’s just how the ball rolls for me – my brain induced miasmas. The amazing thing was that I managed to not miss any days volunteering which I feared very much would happen. I also didn’t get on my blog and moan and groan imposing upon you all about it as well. I am very, very pleased about that. It would just be so very easy to tell Pauline I am not coming in on a certain day with little repercussions easily taking advantage of her good natured demeanor and kind disposition.
Well, I need a gallon of milk, loaf bread, and some good old fashioned flirtatious encounters of the good kind to set me out on my right foot today. I am headed to the dollar store for milk and peanuts and then to head home to read all my favorite blogs and fix a comforting and nourishing lunch.
5 comments:
I think it's great that you've managed to not miss any days volunteering despite your ups and downs. You're right: "it would just be so easy..."
SO glad to hear that you're feeling better. Hope you have a nice day and enjoy!
wow you are handling you r bad days so much better now , at least you know now they are only temporary. we all have bad days , granted not like yours probably but you are way ahead of the game now , have a nice day and enjoy flirting , i bet she likes you a lot too . :)
Good for you making the choice to push through a rough time and make it in to work.
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