A droplet-based transmission means I sneeze and then you die...

[allfireburns]

So I just spent the entirety of this week trying not to die of some horrible deathplague. I am almost better now, as far as I can tell, though still a tiny bit feverish, but my entire torso feels bruised from the inside out from coughing constantly, and there is so much stuff that piled up while I wasn't looking. I have a billion tags to do (and a plot to shove along, though probably not until Jae returns from Canadaland), and apps to read, and so many things I need to write, most of which I am completely lost on, and the house is covered in stuff and I am dying to clean it except I'm still wobbly on my feet so, you know, I should probably hold off on that for a while longer but it is driving me crazy. And I managed to infect Beka, and I feel really guilty even though it was totally unavoidable, and I want to keep her home and make sure she doesn't die and I can't and...

I think I have used more "ands" in this post than should be legal in the space of so few sentences. In summary:
1) I'm not dead, despite the universe's attempts to change that.
2) I am more than a little overstressed at the moment, because the world does not go away just because I'm incapable of dealing with it.
3) I need a hug. Or possibly someone to hold my hand and convince me that a) I do not have to tackle everything at once and b) I am not going to die under the weight of all the goddamn stuff I have to do.

Comments

[ambersweet]

I'm glad you're not dead! Here's a hug.

You do not have to do ALL THE THINGS all at once. Make a list, work your way through it slowly, and remember that if you overtax yourself during recovery, you'll likely relapse. So! Take your time, make sure to take rest breaks and drink tea and stuff. Clean one thing at a time. And the droplet-based transmission of the deathplague is not your fault. XD

[allfireburns]

XD Thank you. I have this thing where if everything doesn't get done right away and right the first time, then I have failed miserably and everything sucks. ...knowing how illogical this is does not make it go away, but I'm working on it.

[(Anonymous)]

I am your mom. And I miss you so much. I hate that I have to google you to send you messages, AJ. I love you and miss you so, so much. I am not sure why you are so angry or not in touch with me, but it makes me sad. I love you. We all love you. You can be Aubrey and still be a part of your family, Aub. You should know that. I just know I love you, and I miss my child.

[(Anonymous)]

And by the way, if someone in the family gets sick or dies, this is the way I'll tell you. Via google. Because you won't respond to my e-mails. Do you realize what you are leaving behind?