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Boring low-level stress
Aug. 19th, 2004 09:15 amStarted having stomach pains & feeling icky yesterday, couldn't finish my lunch; even worse by dinnertime, and only managed a tiny piece of quiche and a couple of new potatoes before running away to curl up under the duvet. Couldn't find my hot water bottle. Still feeling dreadful this morning but have crawled into work anyway.
I have a headache now, as well. Coffee will probably just make all of the above worse, but if I don't drink coffee I will fall asleep at my desk. Which would be as bad as calling in sick would have been, and I Don't Do That Any More.
Had bizarre anxiety-ish dreams in which ( stuff happened )
Yesterday I found a pair of trousers that fit me. They have a proper waistband, and no satiny bits or stupid ties or ribbons, and they have big pockets, and they're not only the right waist size but the right length for me, and they have quite wide legs so they hang properly even over my treetrunk thighs, and they're black (obviously) and they only cost 4 quid. I give it about a week before the zip breaks.
This lunchtime I have to post a card which I haven't written yet, post a cheque for an amount I can't remember, and try to find something to eat which won't just make me feel worse.
I have a headache now, as well. Coffee will probably just make all of the above worse, but if I don't drink coffee I will fall asleep at my desk. Which would be as bad as calling in sick would have been, and I Don't Do That Any More.
Had bizarre anxiety-ish dreams in which ( stuff happened )
Yesterday I found a pair of trousers that fit me. They have a proper waistband, and no satiny bits or stupid ties or ribbons, and they have big pockets, and they're not only the right waist size but the right length for me, and they have quite wide legs so they hang properly even over my treetrunk thighs, and they're black (obviously) and they only cost 4 quid. I give it about a week before the zip breaks.
This lunchtime I have to post a card which I haven't written yet, post a cheque for an amount I can't remember, and try to find something to eat which won't just make me feel worse.
