15 November 2006

Ode to a severely anaemic, flea-riddled Wolf

Biot's breathing.

We are taught it is a uh-oh breathing pattern that ultimately leads to death. We have a pet name for it - and by we I mean us, the Portuguese nation, for it was taught to me by my friend Shrimpy The Doctor, who shares the knowledge with distinguished colleagues before and after her, and whose students learn it by osmosis, it would seem, and then my professor, my very own professor, told all of us in class.

Anyway, Biot's breathing - we call it JIC, i.e. Jesus is Calling.

And I had a point, I absolutely had a point, there was a connection btwn the title and this but I cannot for the life of me recollect it.

I thought I'd write a quick post under the misguided notion that my heart rate would get back to normal but was sadly mistaken bcs am still pretty shivery and so exhausted I cannot even bear to get up and shuffle to bed. E. often drags me out of bed, and I mean it literally. He is literally forced to drag me out of bed, and I always fight him and more often than not I am dragged clutching the duvet - but I haven't missed morning classes in the longest time.

I lost my point again, sec.

Right, nothing earth-shattering, meant to simply say he migth have to employ the reverse ploy this time, only I took my sweet time doing it.

See, I meant to tell you abt this wolf cub, a flea bag really, and he almost died due to blood loss and we're working on his case, and then there's my colleague who txt msgd me on Friday to anounce she was having another breakdown and couldn't work on it anymore sorry abt that and then there were two, trying to frantically finish our share and hers two days ago (TWO.DAYS.AGO) and - oh bugger it, wish I had the time to have a nervous breakdown as well, eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee


I'm stressed I'm stressed I'm stressed I'm stressed I'm stressed I'm stressed
I'm stressed I'm stressed I'm stressed I'm stressed I'm stressed I'm stressed
I'm stressed I'm stressed I'm stressed I'm stressed I'm stressed I'm stressed
I'm stressed I'm stressed I'm stressed I'm stressed I'm stressed I'm stressed
I'm stressed I'm stressed I'm stressed I'm stressed I'm stressed I'm stressed
I'm stressed I'm stressed I'm stressed I'm stressed I'm stressed I'm stressed
I'm stressed I'm stressed I'm stressed I'm stressed I'm stressed I'm stressed
I'm stressed I'm stressed I'm stressed I'm stressed I'm stressed I'm stressed
I'm stressed I'm stressed I'm stressed I'm stressed I'm stressed I'm stressed

11 furballs:

Serialangel said...

Honey? Are you taking a long, hot bath, forgetting how to think too hard? Or eating lots of chocolate? Because it sounds like you need somebody to hold you. If I could I'd be right there giving you a premium Betty hug and making you my chilli.

You've probably already done this, but get far far away from your work and your papers and take a deep breath. And walk back to your work demons, slowly, taking your sweet time, because you are the boss of them.

Good luck hun, tell us how it goes ok?
Betty xxx

Kath said...

Aw, sweetie, I'm so hoping it gets better for you soon.

brooksba said...

Oh sweetie. I wish I could eliminate all your stress for you. I want to make it all better. If I close my eyes and hope really hard, does it help? I guess all I can offer is a listening ear and support. Big, huge hugs and warm thoughts to reduce stress.
Kisses!

Lioness said...

Hey, it's done! DONE! And it turned out VERY pretty indeed. So fret no more, fret no more, I ain't. Tomorrow we present it and then it's fully done!

That hugs sounds lovely, Betty. Maybe soon? ;)

Kath, it's not dramatic at all, just very stressful when colleagues fail to do their share. Remember that? Teacher was very cool, she allowed us the extra days. If she hadn't we'd have had to repeat this subject next year right there.
[Hey, wie wuerdest du "spiessig" auf Englisch sagen?]

Beth, see above. if you two came to visit I'd never be stressed again LALALA!!!

Cat said...

found you...

time for a nap.

have loverboy drag you to bed.

Manuela said...

ooooh... the wolf.... I want to hear more about the poor wolf!!!

Diana said...

Can we all just line up and slap the colleague? Because that's just not cool.

I, too, want to hear about the poor wolf. I'm terribly fond of them, see.

Very best thoughts, m'dear.

JoeinVegas said...

Screaming helps.
I do like the pink, but it doesn't seem like you.

Dale said...

So this is where you've got to. Hugs, dear. Glad you got done. Just unwind what will let itself be unwound -- what else can you do? xoxo

CarpeDM said...

Poor sweet Lioness. I would suggest chocolate but know how you feel about it. How about some wasabi?

Yes, more about the wolf, please, cute picture of the two of you.

Nancy said...

More wolf.. perhaps if you cure him he will repay you by eating the slacker collegue.

:0)