flu sick, not the Irish kind.
oh and I look so terrible, I scared this poor guy (who had an obvious hangover). He actually looked startled and then shook his head like trying to wake up from a bad dream. That didn’t make me feel any better.
My body is acting funny. In the last four or five weeks there’s been instance after instance of illness. I finally kicked the atomic-bomb resistant sore throat I had that stuck around for over a month (even after antibiotics) and have had every blood test under the sun to try and figure out what is wrong with me. For the first time ever I got really, really afraid that maybe I’m really sick. Maybe all these little illnesses are warning bells to something bigger. And then I freak out for thinking that because thoughts are things and what if I do get sick will it be because I was sick or because I thought myself into being sick? AGH.
I’m starting to get zen about it – especially now that I’m feeling better. Maybe a little tired but that’s why they’re checking me for mono. But like….really? Mono? There’s nothing more frustrating than knowing there’s something the matter with you and the people who are supposed to have answers for you, don’t. Anyway, letting go. Need to listen to more Wayne Dyer. Need to ramble less on my blog. SILLY BILLBOARD
I need to start planning outfits for Osheaga this weekend. Clothes are half the fun of festivals, right? Maybe it will be an upcoming Polyvore. So that way I can blog clothes instead of rambles. Thanks for indulging me, internets. x