For a fever that high, a fast way to break it is to make her sit in a bathtub full of COLD water for a good 10-20 minutes. She'll cry and want to get out, but it will work like a charm.
Why is it called a mongoose? Does it like pooping on newly mown grass? Does it honk? Does it chase children through parks? No. It's no goose at all! If it were called mongecko people would complain, but not mongoose. I wonder why that is; it troubles me.
That's what I keep telling myself. This would be much easier if I wasn't so ambitious. But I wouldn't be me without ambition and OCD. I am my own Catch-22. ^___^
should i keep in contact with him, shouldn't i? have i crossed the line, haven't i? is he full of shit, isn't he? should i finish this story, shouldn't i? what do i do? what should i feel? where do i go from here?
There are always things I struggle with and questions I want answered, but I try not to spend the bulk of time pursuing them, because then the pursuit becomes the substitute for living.
i can totally relate to that and i think the best way to get through anything is to give yourself breathing room and support. Only time can work some shit out.
The self-sabotage is the worst part. I think I can work through the other stuff, like you said, with time and breathing room. But how to stop undercutting myself? That I just don't know. :(
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Oh Holy Hell...do I ever have questions...
2. Just what EXACTLY did my husband SAY to land up in jail a week ago?
Those are my MAJOR ones that have been haunting me all weekend...
Re: Oh Holy Hell...do I ever have questions...
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"Ask again later."
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Where are we going to be in 2 years?
Why are we still in a dinky town with nothing to do? (i mean i know why... but it annoys me at times)
What do i want to DO in life? (i have many interests and things i feel i excel at, but lack the drive to actually DO them).
If the economy collapses, what will we be left with?
♥
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I empathize.
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have i crossed the line, haven't i?
is he full of shit, isn't he?
should i finish this story, shouldn't i?
what do i do?
what should i feel?
where do i go from here?
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What kind of shitstorm/drama will I have to deal with at work today?
....and....
When is Carl going to email the trip info?
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How am I going to get through this?
Which path is the right one, really?
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The self-sabotage is the worst part. I think I can work through the other stuff, like you said, with time and breathing room. But how to stop undercutting myself? That I just don't know. :(
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Should I quit my job to work for my husband again? If I do, will we succeed?
When is this illness going to get off my back and stop wiping me out?
Where do I start to clean this damn house? What do I do with all the excess that we may need in the future if there is a real depression?
Am I truly gifted at writing? Enough to pursue it full time?
Am I good at anything? How do I tap into it if I am?