The Big Tease
The difference between “regular” virtual blogs, this blog, and a diary.
I’ve spent the past hour and a half pouring my heart out in a blog that no one will read because it’s actually honest and personal enough that it would embarrass etc significant people in my life who may actually read this. …
So, without further ado: back to superfluous, meaningless, trivial palaver:
I just learned Saturday afternoon that I have a doctor’s appointment at 9:30 on Monday. … I guess I’m going to have to call in. I think I’m taking the surprise well considering my ingrained distrust of doctors and medicine (no offense to my father-in-law). You can tell I’m really not feeling well when I actually ask to take something for it. I hate taking meds… I hate how many doctors hand out medication for the sake of whatever incentives they get from pharmaceutical companies, and I especially hate antibiotics with passion. I feel fortunate that I’ve yet to be diagnosed with anything that requires daily medication… aside for allergies and I don’t take those pills unless I’m feeling really congested. However, even though this wasn’t my idea, and I think that the idea behind the suggestion is most assuredly nothing (I’m overweight and I’m thirsty all the time… I just stopped drinking Coca-Cola in exchange for water. If I’m a diabetic NOW, that would just be horribly unfair.) I think that the blood tests will assuage any fears of illness, and it would be good to go ahead and “set up” with a GP before I get sick and need to find one.
I’ve got to start working on lesson plans, so I downloaded the comprehensive curriculum for 6th grade, and decided I should kick myself in the rear for giving all my middle school books to my step-mother. I might have to go thrift store trawling to find cheap middle school books for a reading center. Anyone up for it?
Finally- I’ve got to… sometime in the next 20 days, edit a bunch of articles for work, revise a grant, set up a packet for people who are fulfilling the grant… and finally write the damned thank you notes from the wedding. I’ve finally decided that they don’t really need to be personal. I’ve gotten a few in the past several days that were essentially, “Thanks for the gift. -<3 (insert name)” I’ve been stressing myself out on these manuscript and card-stock torture, procrastinating, fretting, getting sick to my stomach, worrying about being genuine, sincere, and meaningful (I blame my English degrees) and all I needed to write was, “Wow, stuff!-Kthanks.”? — Hmmm, I can do that.
