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primroseburrowsOkay, here's how it is.
I am ill. Bronchitis, the doc says, but it sure feels like the flu to me. I ache all over, down to my hair follicles. I think it's the flu. I still had to drive Huge U-Haulish Truck today to haul stuff (of course) to the Salvation Army. One of the things was a beautiful solid pine farmers' table that just needed assembly. SA wouldn't take it. I only had the truck for another hour, and there was no way I could've hauled it, with my symptoms (or even without) to the new place. So I had to take it to the dump. When they told me that (st00pid SA truck guy didn't even look at it), I burst into tears. Right there in front of Hannah, the SA guy (*hexes him*) and all the people dropping their goods off and staring at the crazy lady bawling next to the rental truck. That was the table my kids and I ate on when we were first on our own in a new house; we used it for Thanksgivings and dinners and sewing and homework. It's in almost perfect condition, and I had to junk it. The dump guy said he would put it aside so that someone might take it, but I wonder if he wasn't just being kind.
Anyway, we brought the truck back to the truck place and then had to get the bus back because we didn't have a ride. I'm now at the new house, and I'm not going back to finish cleaning until at least tomorrow. Sometime during all this my supervisor called and asks if I want to work just until seven to avoid freezing someone in. Um, I called out because I was ill, hello! I said no, much to her disappointment. Then I took my prescription cough medicine but it doesn't seem to be working. That's because it doesn't have codeine, which is the only thing that helps when I'm this cough-y. It also makes me puke for hours. :/ So, no codeine.
And I still don't have my own computer, and I'm using dial-up on![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mr_t00by's.
But.
I'm warm. I'm dry. My family is fine. I do not have Cholera or dysentery or any of those water-bourne diseases they expect in South Asia. My house is a mess of boxes, but so what? I have a warm bed to crawl into (which I expect I will do fairly soon). I know where my next paycheck, my next meal, my next breath is coming from. I know where my friends are (except gee, where'spatchfire? We keep missing each other. :() I had to take my dog outside on a leash at three a.m., but she's here and relatively healthy and hasn't been washed away anywhere. I may not have cable, but I have electricity, heat and plumbing (the presence of which helps that I don't get any of the aforementioned diseases).
So. I want everyone to go and gripe about all the problems you're having. Go on, do it. Bitch about the awful day you're having. Really whine, get all worked up. It's cathartic, I've done it (see above). Scream, rant, even cry like I did. It's good for you.
Then think about what it might be like to be a five-year old girl in Thailand who's just lost her mother. Or even worse, (for me, at least) imagine that you're a mother in India who's just lost her five-year-old. You'll feel much better about all the stuff you just ranted about, I can almost guarantee.
I guess I'm having a pretty good day after all.
*hughughug* to everyone affected by the tsunami. I'd say I know how you feel, but gods. I don't.
I am ill. Bronchitis, the doc says, but it sure feels like the flu to me. I ache all over, down to my hair follicles. I think it's the flu. I still had to drive Huge U-Haulish Truck today to haul stuff (of course) to the Salvation Army. One of the things was a beautiful solid pine farmers' table that just needed assembly. SA wouldn't take it. I only had the truck for another hour, and there was no way I could've hauled it, with my symptoms (or even without) to the new place. So I had to take it to the dump. When they told me that (st00pid SA truck guy didn't even look at it), I burst into tears. Right there in front of Hannah, the SA guy (*hexes him*) and all the people dropping their goods off and staring at the crazy lady bawling next to the rental truck. That was the table my kids and I ate on when we were first on our own in a new house; we used it for Thanksgivings and dinners and sewing and homework. It's in almost perfect condition, and I had to junk it. The dump guy said he would put it aside so that someone might take it, but I wonder if he wasn't just being kind.
Anyway, we brought the truck back to the truck place and then had to get the bus back because we didn't have a ride. I'm now at the new house, and I'm not going back to finish cleaning until at least tomorrow. Sometime during all this my supervisor called and asks if I want to work just until seven to avoid freezing someone in. Um, I called out because I was ill, hello! I said no, much to her disappointment. Then I took my prescription cough medicine but it doesn't seem to be working. That's because it doesn't have codeine, which is the only thing that helps when I'm this cough-y. It also makes me puke for hours. :/ So, no codeine.
And I still don't have my own computer, and I'm using dial-up on
mr_t00by's. But.
I'm warm. I'm dry. My family is fine. I do not have Cholera or dysentery or any of those water-bourne diseases they expect in South Asia. My house is a mess of boxes, but so what? I have a warm bed to crawl into (which I expect I will do fairly soon). I know where my next paycheck, my next meal, my next breath is coming from. I know where my friends are (except gee, where's
patchfire? We keep missing each other. :() I had to take my dog outside on a leash at three a.m., but she's here and relatively healthy and hasn't been washed away anywhere. I may not have cable, but I have electricity, heat and plumbing (the presence of which helps that I don't get any of the aforementioned diseases).So. I want everyone to go and gripe about all the problems you're having. Go on, do it. Bitch about the awful day you're having. Really whine, get all worked up. It's cathartic, I've done it (see above). Scream, rant, even cry like I did. It's good for you.
Then think about what it might be like to be a five-year old girl in Thailand who's just lost her mother. Or even worse, (for me, at least) imagine that you're a mother in India who's just lost her five-year-old. You'll feel much better about all the stuff you just ranted about, I can almost guarantee.
I guess I'm having a pretty good day after all.
*hughughug* to everyone affected by the tsunami. I'd say I know how you feel, but gods. I don't.
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Date: 2005-01-01 12:22 am (UTC)I can't even fathom anything like the tsunami, and to say something about it in my LJ, just to have said something, seems - I don't know, trite? So I'm not. People that know me will know that I'm not a horrible unfeeling person, and if they don't, well. *shrug* The thing that I keep thinking, though, is that the population of the metropolitan Chattanooga area is just 155,000. The tsunami killed as many people as live in Chattanooga, just about. Which is, again, just impossible to fathom.
I bought myself things off amazon.com. And things on sale at Hearthsong. And something at Motherwear. This is the most exciting thing I have done. *hugs* about the table.
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Date: 2005-01-01 01:37 pm (UTC)I agree about sounding trite--I actually wasn't going to say anything either. But when I started feeling really, really sorry for myself, I thought, hey, it could be so, so much worse.