I'm Hot...
Not J. Lo sexy, hot. Or hot like those new Prada shoes on sale. Not hot, like an old lady's stolen purse. I'm not hot on anyone's trail (not yet). Nor would the spice of a jalapeño describe my present demeanor.
I'm literally hot, as in --
Why, do you ask, am I so HOT? Well, picture 90-degree summer weather, coupled with an air conditioning unit that can't be turned on because it floods the basement. Enter a landlady who doesn't call me back, and screens that are still in her possession awaiting replacement (i.e., not in the windows).
That equals a) an actual, real-life sweat box, unable to get a lick of fresh air; or b) fresh air at the cost of living in co-habitation with 45 different species of bugs, vying to get inside my nice cozy abode.
This month, I am working in the surgical intensive care unit with 80-hour workweeks, caring for patients 30 straight hours at a time -- with only one day off in every seven -- plus picking up, dropping off, and caring for my toddler. So, the fact that I also have to schedule thrice daily phone calls trying to track her down with NO response is just too much for me to handle right now.
Which then led me to be:
As Zen-like as us GALs try to be - nice, calm, positive energy-bringing, it never fails that we are PUSHED, KICKED or BEATEN to the limit. Ugh. Pass the ice.
In an effort to cheer my-sweaty-self up, I couldn't resist playing a couple o' beats:
Dr. Ty
From the GAL Blog
www.getalifecampaign.com
I'm literally hot, as in --
hot adj
1. Having or giving off heat; capable of burning.2. Being at a high temperature.
Why, do you ask, am I so HOT? Well, picture 90-degree summer weather, coupled with an air conditioning unit that can't be turned on because it floods the basement. Enter a landlady who doesn't call me back, and screens that are still in her possession awaiting replacement (i.e., not in the windows).
That equals a) an actual, real-life sweat box, unable to get a lick of fresh air; or b) fresh air at the cost of living in co-habitation with 45 different species of bugs, vying to get inside my nice cozy abode.
This month, I am working in the surgical intensive care unit with 80-hour workweeks, caring for patients 30 straight hours at a time -- with only one day off in every seven -- plus picking up, dropping off, and caring for my toddler. So, the fact that I also have to schedule thrice daily phone calls trying to track her down with NO response is just too much for me to handle right now.
Which then led me to be:
I feel as though a back-link to a post from last summer is appropriate right now: When Mean People Make It Hard To Smile.hot adj1. Marked by intensity of emotion; ardent or fiery: a hot temper.
As Zen-like as us GALs try to be - nice, calm, positive energy-bringing, it never fails that we are PUSHED, KICKED or BEATEN to the limit. Ugh. Pass the ice.
In an effort to cheer my-sweaty-self up, I couldn't resist playing a couple o' beats:
Dr. Ty
From the GAL Blog
www.getalifecampaign.com
posted by #1 GAL, Dr. Ty! at
4:37 PM
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Well said.
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