Frankly My Dear, I Don't Give A Damn

by Rachael E.C. Acklin on September 19, 2009

Guess what, people? The title of this post has NOTHING TO DO WITH THE CONTENT OF THE POST. It was just what popped into my head, because my head is currently in the grip of yet another cold.

All my hopes and dreams are crushed, sniff

I thought that September was going to be all kinds of awesome: the older two in school during the day, so that the bulk of the day is somewhat quieter and better suited for working. Since this my favorite time during the year – when summer slips gracefully into autumn – I feel more creative, less fettered by what I don’t know, and in general, happier with everything.

EXCEPT! The universe decided to hit me right away with a Very Bad Cold, which I was sick with for a lingering week and a half (not counting the four to five days afterwards when I most Mostly Better but Not Quite Well Yet). I would sit down at my computer, waiting for my brain to clear of fuzz, blowing my poor nose, and mentally beating myself up for all the time I was wasting NOT WORKING.

My schedule, MY SCHEDULE!!

I have all these awesome clients right now, and I am working on a great many really exciting projects. And when I got sick, well – I let some of them down. I was unable to design anything for days on end. All I could do was communicate, try to re-do my deadlines, and hope against hope that I was going to get better sooner rather than later.

Unfortunately, summer colds being how they are, I got better later. Which meant that my previously fine-tuned project schedule (once similar to a smoothly-running four-lane expressway) now resembled the scene of a thirty-car pileup rammed up against a tipped-over semi truck that was t-boned through a guardrail.

Whine, whine, complain, complain!

And now this morning I woke up sick again. OH THE HUMANITY.

I tell you what – I love this time of year, but it’s becoming increasingly cruel to my health. I actually have allergy problems now, and I have never had them before this year. Woe is me, and so on.

Rambling on and on with no point

(I have the feeling that when I’m better and I re-read this post, I will be sorely tempted to delete it.)

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{ 6 comments }

lorrie September 19, 2009 at 4:17 pm: Don’t delete it. You can handle this and when things are better for you -and they will be- you’ll be able to look back at what a crazy-hard start you had to things and how much further you have come. It may be time to take a closer look at your overall health and add some immune helpers to your life. Mantra-this too shall pass.
Cynthia LaLuna September 19, 2009 at 9:16 pm: You can’t delete it, if only to preserve that gorgeous pileup metaphor for your production calendar. I had something similar happen to me a couple of weeks ago, and I’m just now finally about to retire the Jaws of Life.

Take care of yourself. You are in my thoughts.
Emil J Lesner September 20, 2009 at 1:04 pm: No, don’t delete it. What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger. Besides, we all love you anyway, sick or not. And for the record, your blog is at number one in my bloglines library.
yoonamaniac September 23, 2009 at 6:08 pm: ACK! I’m sorry, you’re sick! I had the flu last week, too. No fun…
Rachael September 19, 2009 at 9:38 pm: I think you hit the nail on the head about my health – I’ve always been bad at taking care of myself, and it looks like I need to step that up.

Thanks for the encouragement. :)
Rachael September 19, 2009 at 9:39 pm: You’re right, that was a pretty awesome sentence, although I rewrote it a bunch of times before it made any kind of sense. Ha!

I hope I can stop living in the wreckage soon, because it’s making me kind of crazy!