Oh, the glamour.

At work after last night's ER visit. Anemic and exhausted. No shower. 10 hours of hardcore running ahead. Boss is coming in late and leaving early.

May murder chatty coworkers before day's end.

*grunt, scratch*

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“I must learn to love the fool in me - the one who feels too much, talks to much, takes too many chances, wins sometimes and loses often, lacks self-control, loves and hates, hurts and gets hurt, promises and breaks promises, laughs and cries. It alone protects me against that utterly self-controlled masterful tyrant whom I also harbor and who would rob me of human aliveness, humility, and dignity but for my fool.”

- Theodore Rubin

Update

So, after the ER episode last night, I'm okay. I went to work this morning at 8, because my boss's father is in the hospital with staph. I feel like crud, but I have a prescription for iron and for the Nuvaring to use if my menstrual flood starts up again. Thank you everybody who sent love to T last night, since she was stuck with my panicking dizzy self.

Revelation: watching VH1's Charm School in the hospital helps calm me down. It's like humming Metallica. Also, I found myself silently chanting that old pagan standby: "earth my body, water my blood, air my breath and fire my spirit."

I have off starting tomorrow to crash. Sleep, movies, plotting, rest. Hot tea. Nature.

This is cool:

Tattoo Braille.