not very with it

Today I am ill and distracted. Have this constant nagging feeling that there's something I'm supposed to be doing, but I can't think what - I've rung all my students to reschedule them, the laundry is done, the dishwasher is run, we put our recycling out last night... I have Pain, which is my excuse for having no brain. But it's not gall bladder pain (thank God), it is evil right hip pain. Apparently I spent a lot of last night running in my sleep, and I woke up with an agonised, stiff hip. Ow. I wish you could buy replacement body parts on eBay...

Richard is working "the asshole shift" this week - 4pm to 1.30am. Even then, he was still late for work today owing to still being in bed. Useless boy! I have a student coming over tonight, nothing planned for tomorrow, then should be working as usual on Wednesday & Thursday. Nothing planned for Friday evening (may have a student from 3-5pm). Deliberately not taking on anyone new for a few more weeks - barely managing this lot :/

There is an eight-legged beastie on my lap. It seems that when you tell the US Postal Service to track a parcel, they manage to keep it tracked right up to the point of delivery. I am impressed. He seems very well mended thanks to kshandra, and quite full of perk thanks to Burning Man. Hooray for Yowies!

bad-tempered & not-coping

I am feeling lonely and broken and my gall bladder is twingeing. Stupid fucking thing - has it not eaten enough of my life already? I feel depressed. I'm not even sure why - I can't pull out & identify any actual negative thoughts. There's just a big grey cloud sitting gloomily at the back of my head making nagging sadness, and I can't really concentrate on anything.

My gall bladder just has to stay stable for 2 more weeks, that's all. My hospital appointment is on 6th October. That isn't long. I just have to keep taking the painkillers whether I think I need them or not, and take it even more easy than I have been (does that make grammatical sense?!). Stop worrying about work & the students & housework - my own health has to take priority.

But it's awfully difficult when I get back from hospital and find that Richard's been coping so badly that the house is the same fucking tip that it was before I went in, only with an extra week's worth of detritus. Surely I am not the only person in this house who can load up the washing machine or dishwasher or run a vacuum cleaner around the place?

I don't really know what I'm getting at here.