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May. 4th, 2005 04:22 pmYesterday evening, I completely fell apart health-wise. Hacking cough, runny nose, tearing eyes, painful ear, sinus pressure, still swollen throat, fever, and stomach spasm-pains and nausea thanks to the antibiotic. So last night was laced with codeine cough syrup, which didn't prevent me from waking up several times in the night, and today I stayed home from school. I've been in my pajamas and housecoat all day, curled up on the bed in my parents' room under a couple of afghans to watch tv. I haven't watched tv in ages. Food Network, History Channel, some Dr. Phil -like counseling show about mothers with uncontrollable fifteen year old daughters with drug and sexual promiscuity issues (at fifteen!), an episode and a half of Dawson's Creek, about which I had heard a lot and couldn't see the point, and VH1, which was amusing.
I ate two boiled eggs and an artichoke, drank eight glasses of water and one cup of vanilla hazelnut tea, and have a compulsive urge to list. I should note that the swelling of my lymph nodes has gone down enough that I can swallow without bloody pain now, which means I'm off the cold diet. The cold diet is basically where one is forced to choose between just not eating or sharp physical discomfort from eating, and chooses to go hungry.
AP English Literature test is tomorrow. Luckily, I feel much better from just resting today, so I should be able to handle it. Worse comes to worse, I relapse and end up getting a 4 instead of a 5. Que sera sera.
Yesterday in Newspaper, I had to give a forty-five minute lesson to the class on using Pagemaker to design their own pages for the 'magazine' issue. So, forty-five minutes of projecting my voice when I could barely force a sound out of it above a whisper. The whole project is putting me on edge. I hate delegating to other people what I normally do myself. They don't care about the publication as much as I do. They don't have as much experience working with it. They don't have the motivation to finish on time that comes from having responsibility for the 'big picture.' And even if they do manage to use Pagemaker properly, they won't have developed the sense of style for designing page layouts. And even if they do, they style won't have any kind of consistancy throughout the issue. Why am I stressed? It's because I don't trust any of them to do what they're supposed to do. They resent being made to work in the first place. They don't have any passion for it.
...and ending that line of thought before I start twitching and undermining the efforts of my immune system. Good night.
I ate two boiled eggs and an artichoke, drank eight glasses of water and one cup of vanilla hazelnut tea, and have a compulsive urge to list. I should note that the swelling of my lymph nodes has gone down enough that I can swallow without bloody pain now, which means I'm off the cold diet. The cold diet is basically where one is forced to choose between just not eating or sharp physical discomfort from eating, and chooses to go hungry.
AP English Literature test is tomorrow. Luckily, I feel much better from just resting today, so I should be able to handle it. Worse comes to worse, I relapse and end up getting a 4 instead of a 5. Que sera sera.
Yesterday in Newspaper, I had to give a forty-five minute lesson to the class on using Pagemaker to design their own pages for the 'magazine' issue. So, forty-five minutes of projecting my voice when I could barely force a sound out of it above a whisper. The whole project is putting me on edge. I hate delegating to other people what I normally do myself. They don't care about the publication as much as I do. They don't have as much experience working with it. They don't have the motivation to finish on time that comes from having responsibility for the 'big picture.' And even if they do manage to use Pagemaker properly, they won't have developed the sense of style for designing page layouts. And even if they do, they style won't have any kind of consistancy throughout the issue. Why am I stressed? It's because I don't trust any of them to do what they're supposed to do. They resent being made to work in the first place. They don't have any passion for it.
...and ending that line of thought before I start twitching and undermining the efforts of my immune system. Good night.
