My guts are in my throat. And my left thumb has developed a nervous tick... it keeps sporadically twitching, twitching, twitching, and I can't stop it. It will start even as I'm trying to relax. Today, I found out that I'm signed up to really produce, and fast.
March -- Chapter I
April -- Chapter II
May -- Chapter III
Defense August.
I feel like I've just been told I have 6 months to live. Or rather, at the end of 6 months it will be decided if I should live.
Words just cannot explain how nervous and utterly scared I am. I'm really, really scared.
Yet... at the same time... there's this weird sense of relief at having an "end" in sight. There's a strange sense in which I also want to celebrate if it means this long, long labor might be over in half a year. But that sense doesn't quite compete with the mental trauma right now. AHHH! Holy crap!
Seriously, how do I do this?
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4 comments:
Hang in there, Tamhead! We're all rooting for you!
BTW, now that I have my car back, I'll see if I can't get your collage in the mail tomorrow.
Thanks Lora for your encouraging words. And I'd love my collage, that would be super cool... see, I'm reduced to sounding like a buffoon. Do I send the check directly to you?
I'm glad you got your car back, and it sounds like they dealt fairly with you about it. That's always a good thing.
Thanks again... I'm just going to go scream into a pillow now.
Sending good thoughts your way.
Thanks Lutheranchick. :)
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