Must… make… blog… post…
You know, like in a superhero comic, when the hero (or heroine) is in some dire situation yet is determined to accomplish the mission at hand. Or they have just enough strength to reach the one thing that will save their life so they can accomplish said mission. Ooh, like Underdog: “My ring… my ring I fill… with an Underdog… super… energy… pill.”
I’m beginning to think I have one of those diseases that some people think is a made-up thing. Yes, yes, I know that many of those diseases ARE real things and people do suffer from them. What I mean is, I have this collection of symptoms that come and go with no discernible cause or cure; you can’t SEE anything wrong with me, and sometimes I just don’t feel up to doing what I thought I was going to be able to do.
In my defense, these symptoms don’t usually get me out of things I don’t want to do and sometimes keep me from doing what I truly would like to do. Isn’t that the real criteria of a made-up disease? It gets you out of work but not out of going to a party. Well, I made it through work, although I whined a little to my co-workers (I hope they didn’t mind), but I was supposed to go to rehearsal for Shattered Angel (more about that play later) (preview of coming attractions), and I just couldn’t do it. In fact, if I didn’t have to be to work at 4:30 tomorrow morning (because my symptoms will not keep me from working overtime, I hope), I would wait till morning to make my blog post.
I am quite mortified to be taking another blogger’s sick day and I hope my readers will not become impatient with me. I was hoping I could get away with it with some humor and an Underdog reference.
Mohawk Valley Girl 
I totally understand what you posted! I am always being told that I look fine. But, I do NOT feel fine. Also, at least you are posting! I kick myself for giving up on my blog, but when I try to write I only think of negative things to say and I get a horrible feeling of failure, so I gave up. Maybe at a later date if life gets a bit easier I will try again.
I SO understand about writing negative things. For years I would try to keep a journal, to write about the things that were bothering me. All it did was convince me that I really did have a good reason to be upset. But you are NOT a failure! Take care of yourself.
Thank you. I am trying and I will be okay. I’m just so tired of taking care of other people when I can barely take care of me. I will just keep trying!
All I can say is Hang in there!