I'm Back
I feel like I'm in a bit of a fog. I felt really tired on Tuesday after participating on a panel discussion and doing some work on this graduate mentoring award that I'm nominating my advisor for. A couple of friends came over to watch the Gilmore Girls and hang out. When I woke up on Wednesday, I felt a cold coming on. I had hoped that I would be able to nip it in the bud, but it just kept getting worse.
I was so exhausted the whole time that I barely left the couch and spent a lot of time just sleeping and healing. I thought a lot about when I would get sick as a kid, and mom would let me spend the day in her bed with a blanket over me with the dog and she'd bring me tea and we'd play games and watch tv together. I loved sick days with her.
On Thanksgiving, I called my sister and she put my Mom on the phone. Mom kept saying: "I just wanted to call you to say Happy Thanksgiving." Then, my niece got on the phone and sang me Thanksgiving songs. Later my sister and I talked about how dad is being very stubborn now and can't seem to relate well to Mom; he just orders her around and gets frustrated when she doesn't comply.
Today is the first day that I'm really starting to feel better. I'm still recovering, but I was able to catch up on some laundry and errands. It felt good to take some time to do these things for myself - like I've been meaning to get some things at Costco for months now, but never had time. I am WAY behind on my thesis now that almost a week has gone by without me having done any work on it. Its been two weeks since my last meeting with my advisor, and I don't have the work done that she wanted me to have. And now, it is only 2 weeks before I'm going to Kansas City. Its a bit of a whirlwind.
Labels: cold, healing, illness, Mom, thanksgiving
1 Comments:
I working my way forwards from where I last left off, Karma, so forgive my ignorance about what's been going on in your life, but, I wanted you to know that when I was little my mother also let me spend the day in her bed, with her jewelry box. It is a treasured memory. Very cool that you have a similar one!
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