Spent the day alternating between chills and fever and getting the shakes. I wrote about this and it disappeared. Maybe you read it. Maybe I imagined writing it. Sheesh!
Anyway, felt TERRIBLE. Very shaky.
Sometimes felt like I hadn't eaten for a month or like I had just given blood too quickly. Needed to sit down. Have some orange juice and a cookie. Listen to the nurse who took away my super-donor sticker for being an ass to a first-time donor and scaring the crap out of him.
Don't remember what I wrote in this post or previous ones or subsequent ones. Don't want to repeat myself. But it seems that is all I can do lately. I am not about to win (or enter) an optimist club speech contest. Although I pointed out to my family that I am the optimist among us. And I am not kidding. That is pathetic and sad. They need to shape up.
Quaker, teacher, parent,