I literally was at work at my desk with the computer on and ready to do my thing at SIX FIFTY (yes, 6:50 AM) this morning.
I have basically lived at work this week. Which is sad to admit. In fact, I have spent more time staring at a computer screen this week than any other object, including my husband's face. I have listened to the stupid radio that plays in the background at work more than anything else this week, including my husband's voice. This is totally unacceptable! And then, once I do get home from work at 6, either he or I have to go to a meeting of some kind! How did this lifestyle sneak up on me?!
Oh well, it is only for a time, I suppose. We won't have to go on like this forever. In fact, our lifestyle will change drastically relatively soon. So, I will make the most of this while it lasts, and try to figure out what to do with all the money we are making while still on "the world's tightest budget."
In fact, this fall I wrote a rap about my situation and rapped it under my breath whenever I felt discouragement sinking in. Wanna hear it? It goes like this: "I wish I was in South Africa / But I'm not / So I'm gonna make the best of what I've got." You kind of have to nod your head in a hip-hop-y way when you say it too, to get the feeling for it. Go on, try it. It always made me feel better, anyway.
I also had the adventure of getting a vaccination shot this week (Hepatitis A) in preparation for our trip to South Africa. I figured it was a relatively painless thing to go through to get our child, considering the alternative that my friend Sarah will be facing any day now with the birth of her second child. But then, she only has to wait 9 months, for goodness' sakes. There are different kinds of pain!
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you a wild woman!
Welcome to the working world! I've been living that "I'm way too close to my computer" life for a couple of months now... locked in a conference room.
But I love the rap! I have a song that I listen to when I'm feeling frustrated or sad. The chorus is "I'm not alone, I'm not afraid, I'm not unhappy." It's by this industrial/techno type group. It just pumps me up.
And I understand the shots. I've been through them twice now (the first trip I didn't get a Hep A/B vaccine, I just got human immunoglobulin which is temporary. Word of advice: take your malaria medicine with a full meal. Only medicine that ever made me that nauseous if I didn't.
Nice rap.
Yeah, 9 months isn't that long to wait... very true... until you get into the last few weeks... then it feels like you've been waiting for an eternity because of all of the discomfort.
Here's a poem describing:
Sore hips three hours into my sleep,
and then the challenge of turning to the other side,
I feel like a beached whale perhaps,
and then the other side getting sore not long after I've turned,
and then I've got to turn again.
Painful gas combined with fake contractions,
hope turns into disappointment when only gas comes out,
and I wake up the next day or continue throughout the day,
having still, in my stomach,
little Ope (pronounced O-pbay).
:o)
Not as catchy and rhyme-y as your rap.
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