Upon reaching the moment of utter frustration and being derailed with stress, the clear signal for my body to tell me that I’m doing too much is for it to completely give out on me, almost like it ran out of gas, sputtering out with sneezes, while my legs shake, as I ascend the last hill to the Chestnut campus. A sure sign that you need some rest, is when it hurts to breathe. To think that your lungs can not perform it’s obligatory functions of opening and contracting at it’s usual rate is alarming to say the least. Girlfriend, take a load off. One thing I dislike about feeling sick, is the mood that it puts me in. I tend to easily snap at people. Sorry Short Girl with Glasses, who decided to stop walking right in front me on Montgomery. I’m not always a sourpuss. And as the weekend comes to a close, I wish I could report that I feel totally well rested for another week of school but unfortunately, I can not. Oh man, responsibilities…work, school, bills, friends, family. (Where does self come into this?) How I dream of the days when I was a child, innocent and trivial. Not to mention the loving care of the Mom Nurse, who in the worst of times is waiting on you hand and foot. Thank you Mom Nurse, for your 18 years of dedicated service.
A creative professional who cares about the well-being of others.