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Aug. 28th, 2003 10:46 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
changelingI know you're all sick of hearing it, but I still feel like crap. Right about now it's as though I swallowed Draino.
My vaguely-superior told me to go home if I felt too poorly today (well, she didn't say poorly, but I like the word. Esp. in English accent), but I have this really stupid machismo thing built in where I say "Only two days to the weekend. I can survive this." Actually, I think it's a cross between machismo and that British, "No, it's okay. No please, have sex with my wife. I'm sorry I interrupted. I'll just go and, um, put the kettle on, shall I?" Because secretly I am a British gay man. Obviously.
Ritual was good tonight; I felt really trippy throughout, very calm and relaxed. This is a state of mind I usually slip into ridiculously easily in Wendy-rituals, but not so much with the rest of my life. 'Twas quite strange.
I know, however, that had I been sensible, I would have stayed home.
I forgot to phone the hospital again today. And I left my book at work. Bah.
[Edit: I forgot to say this... just in case I haven't responded to your comment with some lame version of "thank you" yet, thanks to all the people who've left me sympathetic notes. It really means a lot to me that I can share the pain like this. Also, go see this website. It is funny.]
My vaguely-superior told me to go home if I felt too poorly today (well, she didn't say poorly, but I like the word. Esp. in English accent), but I have this really stupid machismo thing built in where I say "Only two days to the weekend. I can survive this." Actually, I think it's a cross between machismo and that British, "No, it's okay. No please, have sex with my wife. I'm sorry I interrupted. I'll just go and, um, put the kettle on, shall I?" Because secretly I am a British gay man. Obviously.
Ritual was good tonight; I felt really trippy throughout, very calm and relaxed. This is a state of mind I usually slip into ridiculously easily in Wendy-rituals, but not so much with the rest of my life. 'Twas quite strange.
I know, however, that had I been sensible, I would have stayed home.
I forgot to phone the hospital again today. And I left my book at work. Bah.
[Edit: I forgot to say this... just in case I haven't responded to your comment with some lame version of "thank you" yet, thanks to all the people who've left me sympathetic notes. It really means a lot to me that I can share the pain like this. Also, go see this website. It is funny.]