Okay, I know this vaccine is to protect me from something awful. I took it voluntarily. But holy shards of glass Batman - my arm is so painful I was actually whimpering last night. Can’t lift my arm, can’t sleep in any position because of the pain. Feel like I am coming down with the flu (hey…universe…I already had that this year).
Please, please, please let this just be a temporary thing. I don’t want to be one of those statistics.
By the time you’ve reached your mid-60s, it’s probably time to grow up.
Three weeks ago you were fine (so we thought, I guess). 6 weeks ago you were at our house helping us celebrate. Today you are in the hospital dying. This is so unfair.
When I ask you for paperwork five times, it means I need it. I don’t just go around delegating tasks to people for the heck of it. And no, when I call you and ask you to get me paperwork, I’m not looking for you to manage someone else’s part of the job. She’s doing her part. We’re good. You need to to do your part! And stop giving me a blank stare!
And I’m tired. And if I have to do one more after school pickup, I think I’m gonna lose it. Just two more months. Just two more months, and then he can drive himself.
This is hardly the end of the world, but what’s with this haircut??? You’ve been cutting my hair for a year now and suddenly I get this. And honestly, once you cut it, what was the point of asking about it? You can’t put the hair back on my head. I wanted it to be the same way it’s always been. Fortunately my hair is short and will grow quickly but in the meantime… The biggest problem is I was in a slump and thought that getting my haircut would make me feel better. I feel worse.
Ouch. In the last 2 hours I’ve received 2 requests for letters of recommendation-- one for a student who was waitlisted and another for a scholarship app that’s due on FRIDAY. (Yes, it’s Wednesday afternoon and I have parent conferences tomorrow night.)
I’m fine with trying to help, but you both waited until the very last second. I’ll do what I can, but I can’t promise the type of letter you would have gotten had you emailed me, say, last week during vacation.
Oh, and I’m not doing the “sealed envelope” thing. Sorry. Tell me to whom I can send the letter.
When they say “next person in line go to register…” they means the next person in line. It doesn’t mean everyone at the end of the line should rush over first.
When you type “methinks” I probably won’t even read the rest of your post.
So I offer you the name of the expert and you say you will take the average person???
why does everyone want to ruin fun?
You’ve had no symptoms of anything, and no pain at all, until last week. You go to the doctor and they discover Stage 4 metastatic cancer. They say you have from a few days to a few weeks. How is that even possible?
“There is nothing more that can be done”. No, just… no. ;(
So nice of you to invite yourself for a full week…
I can just smile and nod, smile and nod.
It’s the lull between storms, work-wise…
Thank god it didn’t happen in more crowded and busier place…
Three weeks post breakup, DS is still grieving and wondering but not actively sad all day. He’s enjoying his friends and keeping up with daily activities. We IM almost every day, and sometimes he sounds lighthearted again. Healing begins. It’s a long road, and he’s just slowly letting go of his idea that she’ll change her mind. He needs some hugs and so do I.
So very tired of dealing with the people that are so very tired…
I am stunned. I cannot believe this happened in my hometown . I’m so sad and also very angry. RIP officer and I hope your K9 partner recovers