I have not been in the greatest of mental spaces for the past day and a half. I’m cranky, irritable, mildly depressed and having a difficult time focusing on anything. I’m completely disinterested doing anything work or fun related. Last night I spent several hours in ten minutes chunks, moving from one activity to another and finding no satisfaction in anything. Angry Birds? Boring. Listening to music? Dragging me down. Nothing worth seeing on Netflix. Even researching activities for my upcoming vacation seemed too much work.
Work is overwhelming right now. Last week was 15 hours worth of meetings, primarily for the project I will be working on starting at the end of June. The rest of the week was spent frantically attempting to get data together for my current project, missing lunch most days to get back the some of the time spent in meetings.
This week I’ve finished data sets and am trying to set up my machine for testing on the new project. Except that I can’t even get past reading the instructions for the setup. The reading alone leaves me feeling overwhelmed.
One of my co-workers suggested that I take a day off, which I am already scheduled to do at the end of June. I don’t know how to get there from here right now. I feel paralyzed and out of focus.
The only movement I’ve done in the last two days is to yell at J for kicking me in his sleep for the past two nights. Last night he managed to hit the bruise I obtained earlier in the evening when I backed into the corner of a coffee table.
I went to the bathroom and tried to cry. I wanted to. I wanted the relief of tears. But I only managed to eke out a few salty drops. After several minutes, I crawled back into bed, tossing a pillow down the middle of the mattress as a barrier against future assaults. J’s comment about a chaperone elicited the response that the pillow would go once he stopped accidentally beating me up in his sleep
Work is overwhelming right now. Last week was 15 hours worth of meetings, primarily for the project I will be working on starting at the end of June. The rest of the week was spent frantically attempting to get data together for my current project, missing lunch most days to get back the some of the time spent in meetings.
This week I’ve finished data sets and am trying to set up my machine for testing on the new project. Except that I can’t even get past reading the instructions for the setup. The reading alone leaves me feeling overwhelmed.
One of my co-workers suggested that I take a day off, which I am already scheduled to do at the end of June. I don’t know how to get there from here right now. I feel paralyzed and out of focus.
The only movement I’ve done in the last two days is to yell at J for kicking me in his sleep for the past two nights. Last night he managed to hit the bruise I obtained earlier in the evening when I backed into the corner of a coffee table.
I went to the bathroom and tried to cry. I wanted to. I wanted the relief of tears. But I only managed to eke out a few salty drops. After several minutes, I crawled back into bed, tossing a pillow down the middle of the mattress as a barrier against future assaults. J’s comment about a chaperone elicited the response that the pillow would go once he stopped accidentally beating me up in his sleep
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