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Calling on Mother
Oct. 31st, 2006 10:08 amI was crying on the bus into university this morning.
Things did not go well yesterday, and last night I also missed my bus and didn't get home until after 9pm (though itw as good to visit Judith while waiting for the next one). My right hip's been hurting, as has my right knee, not to mention the right side of my jaw, where I have a toothache. When I got home Kevin was "out of it" on pain killers for his dry socket and leg.
Anyway, as I walked to the 8:47am bus, I just started freaking out. When I got on, and after we picked up the old women from the retirement village, the bus sounded like the palm tree near the chip shop. This time of year, it's full of galahs and cockatoos at about dusk. All their chirping and songs blend into one big racket.
Just couldn't take it any more. I was just too frazzled to be composed. I need "time out" and I can't get it right now. Turns out I stuffed up on my appointments. I thought that my appointment with my Fund Manager was tomorrow - it's today. I'll have to reschedule, as my exhibition comes first. Tomorrow I'm off to the Eye Nose and Throat clinic at John Hunter Hospital, and Thursday that tooth is getting pulled. Friday? Who knows!
Anyway, I was on the bus, in half a daze and the tears just rolling down my cheek, when I (with an internal voice) called upon Mother for help. She answered me too, and I heard an internal voice saying "Always". Soon after I started feeling better, starting calming down and not having a panic attack.
It feels like when I was down in Phuket after surger. I called on her then too, and I rallied. Maybe I've rallied now. Redesigned the layout this morning, to a 25 cm grid. It should work, but the two prints still up and most of the guide lines will have to come down.
Next thing on today's list.
Things did not go well yesterday, and last night I also missed my bus and didn't get home until after 9pm (though itw as good to visit Judith while waiting for the next one). My right hip's been hurting, as has my right knee, not to mention the right side of my jaw, where I have a toothache. When I got home Kevin was "out of it" on pain killers for his dry socket and leg.
Anyway, as I walked to the 8:47am bus, I just started freaking out. When I got on, and after we picked up the old women from the retirement village, the bus sounded like the palm tree near the chip shop. This time of year, it's full of galahs and cockatoos at about dusk. All their chirping and songs blend into one big racket.
Just couldn't take it any more. I was just too frazzled to be composed. I need "time out" and I can't get it right now. Turns out I stuffed up on my appointments. I thought that my appointment with my Fund Manager was tomorrow - it's today. I'll have to reschedule, as my exhibition comes first. Tomorrow I'm off to the Eye Nose and Throat clinic at John Hunter Hospital, and Thursday that tooth is getting pulled. Friday? Who knows!
Anyway, I was on the bus, in half a daze and the tears just rolling down my cheek, when I (with an internal voice) called upon Mother for help. She answered me too, and I heard an internal voice saying "Always". Soon after I started feeling better, starting calming down and not having a panic attack.
It feels like when I was down in Phuket after surger. I called on her then too, and I rallied. Maybe I've rallied now. Redesigned the layout this morning, to a 25 cm grid. It should work, but the two prints still up and most of the guide lines will have to come down.
Next thing on today's list.
