BleargMay 9, 2007
Oh, my god, am I sick. This is sick like when you were a kid sick. I've had a fever hovering around 101.5 for the past two days and my throat is so sore it hurts to breathe. I've had my share of strep throats, chronic for most of my life until I got my tonsils out at 30, and this is all of that rolled into one big ball of fever-pain.
Wanna know the worst part? I was supposed to start teaching my knitting class last night, and there was no way. I could barely whisper, and I couldn't stand up without going into a flop sweat and then collapsing into shivers, and I HATE LETTING PEOPLE DOWN. I know everyone does, that's the sign of a responsible person, but it seems to go further than that with me, moving into some obsessive-compulsive Type-A madness. No, I can go! I'll dose up on medicine! I'll fake it! They'll never know! I must handle my business, sickness bedamned! I made myself sicker worrying about this class, I think.
But Sile, the owner of knit-one-one, came to the rescue. She found a sub for me (thank you, thank you, Kate). And not only that, but she drove over to my house and picked up my class supplies, and then she also left me a care package. A care package! How is THAT for forgiveness? A little juice, a muffin, some tea, a Ready Made mag, Baby Catcher (the very book I'd been eyeing just a few nights ago in the bookstore), some Jolly Ranchers.
That kind of thoughtfulness and care made a person like me (STRESSED beyond belief by letting people down) finally be able to relax and sleep. Which is what I'm planning on doing today. And probably the next couple of days, too. Thank you, dear Sile.
(Oh! Before I forget AGAIN, Lala named the other kitten Waylon. Which was appropriate, since when I found him, he was wailin'. So we have Waylon, for the music, and Willie for the writing. She says it's Willie like Nelson, but I know it's Willie like Shakespeare, and so do you. Although it does reference a Waylon Jennings song he sings with Willie Nelson, in which they sing about themselves, "Let's go to Luckenbach, Texas, Waylon and Willie and the boys, this successful life we're living got us fueding like the Hatfields and McCoys." That's more information than you wanted? Waylon and Willie are doing well, and the dogs are getting used to them. Waylon already wants to play with Clara's big nose.)