I had a pretty busy day trying to make up for yesterday. It was Sir Raven’s late day, and I had seen her for all of twenty minutes the day before. Two long days being sick, being alone, waiting to shower.
By the time she got in, i was in a ball in the bed. Too exhausted to think clearly. Half out of it. She made herself breakfast for dinner, sat in the living room for a bit, showered, and got into bed. i got up at one point, to get my laptop charged and to fix the sheets, because i had everything all tangled up and she can’t sleep with the bed messy. But she didn’t say anything and i just turned around and went back to bed with my messy pigtails and pjs i’d stayed in.
i got a shower today, put on make up, forced myself out to get the green tea and little juices she likes. i got poweraid for me since its the only thing that fights the sick tummy. i wrote up a case study that was reasonable for a mock client. i did not invent my own DSM code for “Stop Being An Asshole.” (Though, personally, i think there should be a code for that). So, thats something. i have two more papers to get done today.
The house is mopped and clean. i made a grocery run for her favorite turkey and cheese, fresh bread, extra coffee, her chips, and some soup for me. Because i am too weary to make soup. i may even be too weary to dump the contents into a saucepan. Food isn’t sounding good anyhow.
The exterminator came and i told him i saw mice. He asked if my vision was better and i dryly informed it the damn thing jumped out at me while i was cooking. So no. He asked if i ran out. Yes. Yes, i did. He crooned at me, in his Spanish accent, “Awww, it’s okay little baby. I know you are a baby anyhow. I see you around and you are always baby.”
i applied for the Residency for school so the gatekeepers can see me. It makes me think of the movie Ghostbusters and laugh. i’m tense about it but it has to get done. i can survive a week of anything. Mainly, i’m worried bc i can’t sit through classes at events and know i am not going to be magically cured for this week. So, its stressful. So is having to walk in with a visible disability and have people project stuff onto that, when i just want to be any other grown up person trying to be taken seriously for a week.
i should maybe not bring my kitty ears. Heh.