Worn & Torn
There is too much stress in my life right now for me to be funny. Sorry guys. Stay tuned. I never stay down for long, but right now, I have to conserve what energy I have for my students. I’ll be back back soon, unless that light at the end of the tunnel turns out to be a train.
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“unless that light at the end of the tunnel turns out to be a train.”
Ha! You haven’t totally lost it.
Oh, and your neighbor scares me…even all the way in New Jersey. She scares me.
just take it easy, quilly. i’m sure ou’ll know what to do if the train comes.
Quilly
I hope whatever is giving you the stress you will sure to overcome. I will say a wee prayer for you that things turn out. I hope it isn’t from the move you are making. I am thinking about my move and think that the bit I chewed off is more than I can digest. Oh well, think how good we feel when the stress is gone.
Blessings for a wonderful day
You’re in my prayers Quilly. I hope things settle down for you real soon. If there’s anything specific I can pray for, just let me know…
I’m sending happy thoughts to you. Even in a short time, I can see you are a giving person. All those people you’ve helped may be able to give a little when you need it. The load is lighter when someone helps you carry it. Ha! Here’s me telling you. You know how to take care of yourself. And you know the kids may be your best medicine……….Judy
see, final sentence was very funny!
Good luck, Quilly…breathe and a cupcake does wonders when stressed š
be careful, we want you back. How does next Wednesday sound?
Stress what is its meaning?
Stress what is its cause?
Stress what is its lesson?
Is there meaning here at all
Or just a place of confusion
Indecision by another name
You know by now that I too
Have visited this unknown place
And have survived if not unscathed.
love and hugs I sometimes wonder if we are twins(!) but our birthdays don’t match š
I hope your spirits lift soon. Besides the occasional train ahead, there are those moments of happiness and joy.
Mike
If the light at the end of the tunnel is a tyrain could you get a picture of it for me.
Silver — I never actually lose my humor when I get stressed, it just gets blacker and sharper.
Polona — stare and point?
Bill — some of the stress has to do with the move. Too much to do, too little time. Most of it has to do with about 350 ungraded poems that have to be ready for a school wide arts fair next Wednesday. I had a bit of good fortune today though, and made a dent in that pile.
Melli — it’s just a bit of paperwork overload. I’ll make it. And if I don’t, I’ll fake it.
J.D. — grab a pen. I’ll give you a rubric and you can help me grade.
Minka — next Wednesday sounds pretty great — that’s about the time I will either have cleared the tracks, or been flattened by the train.
Pauline — see my comment to J.D., we’ll scoot over and make room for you.
Mike — my next moment of happiness and joy will likely be when (if?) I pass off this finished project to the judges on time to make the deadline.
Dr. John — sure, but what good will that do you when the camera and I get squished? And thanks, that’s just the kind of compassion I expected from a pastor.
Take heart, Q: If its a J subway train, it’ll probably break down before it reaches you.
Al it must have been — I think the train has been derailed!
Sorry it’s been rough, Quilly. Hang in there, hon.
Brig — hanging.
Hey Quill,
I can relate to having too much stress. I have been under so much stress and anxiety that I spent 3 hours and several blood labs done last night at the hospital to determine what was wrong with me. I have been experiencing numbness throughout my body and very emotional and they determined through the tests that I was having a very severe anxiety attack and put me on some happy pills to help me get through this until I got in to see my regular physician for a complete check up and a med check for the MS. I guess sometimes the meds used for MS have adverse reactions to being combined with allergy medications.
Angela — get to your regular doc. Take care of you! I hate anxiety attacks. I’m not too fond of happy pills, either.
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