My GOD have I ever been in a mood. Depressed, sad, angry, hopeless, frustrated...you name it and I've been through it since October 16th. Lots of crying. Lots of feeling sorry for myself. MISERABLE. A good friend finally talked me down with some very good advice that was hard to swallow but was the right thing. I commend her for having the courage to confront me with it because she knew I wasn't gonna like it. I seldom like scenarios where I don't get my way about stuff. I'm not totally "over it" but I'm gettin' there. Bleah.
The men's basketball coach held my hand and asked if there was anything he could do to make me happy again. "No." To which he responded, "I can't take this. I haven't been sexually harrassed in two weeks!"
The men's soccer coach held my hand and asked if there was anything he could do to make me feel better, and said, "I care about you." It was sincere and it made me cry which freaked him out. "Oh, God. I made her cry and I was just trying to be nice!" he said to the other coaches.
Chuck to the interns, "Just leave her alone. Do everything she says, when she says it, and don't say anything to her. She'll either cry or bite your head off." (He's come a long way since his intern days...)
Women's basketball coach, "What the hell is wrong with YOU? You hormoning?" Isn't it funny how differently women deal with each other?
Trainers gave me a dozen roses and a sweet card. I cried.
The hot young baseball coach offered to bend over in front of my desk (something I usually ask for which he denies). "No, thanks." He was worried.
So, I've spent a coupla weeks - gosh, nearly a month - telling people I loved them but I just didn't feel good. I had a headache. I was just tired. No, nothing's wrong. Blah blah blah. I even took a week off so my sourpuss attitude wouldn't bother anyone.
Then my friend gave me tough love. (Ugh.) The men's basketball coach walked by and I tentatively swatted at his butt. He spun around, drew in his breath, and said, "You're BACK!" Then he grabbed me, hugged me, and danced around the office.
We're a weird bunch...
Saturday, November 14, 2009
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4 comments:
I am glad that you are on your way back. I have missed reading your blog!
Angie can you send me your address and a list of likes for the swap? I am sorry to bother you...big hugs!
I've missed you too, hormones or no. I don't think it's hormones. Tis the season I get that way. On January 2, 2010 I'll be better. I could use a young, hot man to bend over in front of me, but none available at this time. No I couldn't--I prefer to live as though we are all built like Barby and Ken. I could really use a great book or a 12-mile run, except my feet hurt just thinking about it. I'm going to trim my hair instead. And hope I don't ruin it. Hang in. The world reality is tough right now--it's hard to get wrapped up in turkeys and Santa's. But it does sound like you are at least on your way back and I'm glad.
Weird yeah but they care.
This morning was watching "Twister" that movie about tornadoes. I hate that movie! They make a tornado sound like a living breathing monster that howls...such shit!! Anyway, suddenly, for no reason, I started to cry....big sobs...breathless sobs!!!! I went in about found the valium, took a dose and changed the channel!!
Lawzy!! I'm a whackjob!
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