exhausted

[dragonlady7]

Work, work, work, work, work.
It's been brutal the last couple of days-- too busy to take a break and go get food, too busy to go grocery shopping, so there's nothing to bring from home, and nothing to eat at work, and so I go the whole day without food. I don't do well with that; I need food to keep my blood sugar normal, and I get really incoherent and cranky and unable to cope with things and very, very stupid when I haven't eaten. So I get home, and eat, and fall asleep-- or, worse, go to practice, then come home and fall asleep-- and wake up ravenous, eat whatever I can find, then get to work and am starving for the whole day. All I can get to eat is junk-- real substantial nutrition is too hard to come by. So I subsist on candy and crap, nothing good in the house and nothing good at work. Ugh ugh ugh ugh ugh. I feel run-down and disgusting.
I got 12 hours of sleep last night, and am trying to work up to getting out of bed this morning. It's not easy. I'm so hungry, but I'm just so tired and sore. Pain in my knees kept waking me up. I need new sneakers, suddenly; the hard schedule I've been on has suddenly worn out both pairs of decent sneakers that I owned, and my knees are starting to get achy and grindy. It couldn't be a worse time to try and buy something, though. Ew. Fi recommended a couple brands of skate shoes but I can't remember them already.

I'm going to try to get out of bed now and go do something useful. I'm working this afternoon-- on the one hand, it's nice to be able to have the morning off, but on the other hand, I have a standing written request for Tuesday evenings off and I somehow always am put on to work Tuesday evenings. I am missing an important Production meeting as well as practice. This is four times now this season, I think, that I've been scheduled to work on a Tuesday, missed practice, and missed meetings. So I'm going to re-write the note, in bigger handwriting, and word it more strongly. Like a chump I had said "as often as possible", leaving room for emergencies. Now I'm writing "can never ever ever work Tuesdays." It would have been nothing to have me work Monday night instead, but, oh well. It's too late now to switch it. I was too exhausted to make a fuss when I saw it, and now it's too late. But I'll make a fuss for future reference.

Ugh. Hang in there. Almost Christmas. I've abandoned any notion of getting anything done for myself. I'm just trying to survive.

Comments

[ithilwen.livejournal.com]

It's bad when things get so busy you can't keep decent food int he house, or stop to eat even if you do have it. I've been enduring a similar spell recently, and it's no fun at all. Hang in there! The situation's got to get better eventually.

[dragonlady7.livejournal.com]

I am going to gorge myself on Christmas morning, and sleep for a week. Except I can't, because of course, we'll still be short-staffed after the holidays. But it'll pretty much be over then. And I'm going to buy myself new shoes, and then sit down and finish making everyone's Christmas presents. In time for maybe February...