I fully intend to do a real post tomorrow
I had a weird week. Not bad, well except for the panick hyperventilating the night before some scheduled tests, and that was after I got up the nerve to cancel them. Boy did that confuse Bob. "Calm down, you already cancelled the tests. My god what is wrong with you?!". I was busy doing the ugly cry and pacing and feeling like I was about to pass out.
I can't justify my response, that is just what it was.
Earlier that day
I shook like a leaf when I went to give blood. It seemed to annoy the person taking the blood. She couldn't believe that I wasn't cold but scared. She made me hold my arm still, unable to shake that any longer all my other limbs shook in its place. "Come on now, it is not that bad!" she declared, and I answered truthfully "No, it isn't, but I can't help it." And I couldn't. Last time I gave blood, it hurt, it took 5 tries and I was black and blue for two weeks. This time, this lady, got it on the first try, I scarcely felt it at all, and you can't even tell which arm was used. But still I couldn't stop shaking. She very sternly but politely told me to unclench my fists "breathe, breathe. You have to breathe". Bossy. If I ever have to give blood again, I am definitely going to her, whether she likes it or not. She's magic.
The day before that I went to the doctor and was not at all aware that I was shaking till the doctor pointed it out to me.
Oh well. I am a bit like a dog who shakes at thunder, and then subsequently any sort of noise that reminds the dog of thunder.
Went to NY yesterday with Bob and Cheese (Cheese wanted to go to the Nintendo store), he turns 12 today.