Friday, December 2, 2011
Just yak yak
I had to give myself a good talkin' to yesterday, trying to reign in my emotions. I'm trying to move some stuff from one computer to a new one at work and I swear I had to go into the bathroom to cry for a few minutes. It was frustration type tears or the feeling stupid type tears or something I don't know, but I had to tell myself "listen here missy - get a grip." Today, I will ask for help.
A coworker told me that her mother is coming to Houston for chemo this month. If I get cancer at age 84, I just don't think I would want to get chemo.....I don't know why that sounds crazy to me, maybe because I'm not 84 and so I don't know how that feels.
My body is so tired lately. I have made a goal to walk one mile every day and although to a lot of you out there, that sounds like nothing, to me it is. I started on Wednesday and I am already feeling a little better for it or at least for the decision.
I don't understand the word homophobic. I think it's used wrong.
This week I said submarine when I meant silverware. I said birch tree when I meant tree branch. I've diagnosed an inoperable brain tumor in myself.
OK. goodbye. Stay in Friday because it could quite possibly be the perfect day.