No no no, not here. If anything, I'll be here
more.But I'm not sure how to word this. It's what I've been eluding to over the past several weeks, though- the source of "stress" in my life, the THING I am REALLY WORRIED ABOUT.
It isn't
Old Red looking sad, or the
model that Shopbop forgot to bathe, or the fact that Microsoft Gif Animator might break on me someday. Oh no.
I'm taking the month of March off from work.
Which let me tell ya'll, isn't easy. It isn't an easy decision to make, oh no- not by any means. I know some of you are thinking, "Come on, how hard is your job? You need a month off,
really?" while others are thinking, "Who cares. It's just a month." but either way it doesn't matter what you or what Petunia or what Joe Blow thinks- it's what I think.
And readers? I THINK IT KIND OF SUCKS.
And I want to talk about how much I think it sucks. But the problem is this: I've been on a nonstop spiral of sickness lately, and I just can't seem to get any better. I've been sick now for like the past three months straight. My immune system is suppressed (read: nonexistent), and I've had nonstop sinus infections/barfy spells/flares/sinus infections/barfy spells /flares that won't go away no matter how hard I wish they will.
And gosh, I do try. I keep trying to wish myself into some sort of better health, it's like my little brain seems to have this automatic-denial switch that just flips on. I've admittedly been in denial over this whole deal, even two and a half years after my diagnosis. This little sniffly nose? It'll go away. The bad headaches? They'll go away too. So will the dizzy spells, the arthritis, the hair falling out, the tiredness, the IBS, the kidney issues, blah blah blah blah blah.
I just totally need to wish harder, god damnit.
Maybe I need Mickey Mouse to wish for me, too.
Maybe I just need to go to Disneyland and visit Mickey Mouse personally, so he can know how hard I need for him to wish it all to stop, and he can tell Daffy Duck and the Tooth Fairy to do some wishing too.
There. See? Easy as that,
done. It's a learning process for me, this sickness. I can deny it all I want, but there aren't enough clip-in hair extensions and heavy make-ups and pretty clothes to cover the rashes that will make me actually
feel better. I can look (kind of, okay?) better, but feel it? Nope.
My health is priority Number 1, and I've been on this spiral of uncontrollable sickness for some time now ("an uncontrollable spiral into death", my boss so eloquently put it, thanks dude!) and I need to take a few weeks to just get better. I work in an extremely germy environment,
I've seen people sneeze into their hand and then hand their membership card to me out of that same hand .02 seconds later (god, I wish I were making it up- it's right up there with the people that put their money into their mouth to dig into their pockets for something, and then hand the money to me, THANKS!) but unfortunately, I've also been blessed with an odd little Type A personality that thinks that throwing in the towel and taking some time off is quitting.
I AM NOT A QUITTER, READERS. I mean, you see? I can't even quit Lupus. I'm still letting it hang around!
I. DO NOT. QUIT THINGS.
And man, that's hard. Lupus is like a Type A personality's number one enemy. Jesus.
So. A
break. I need to give my immune system a chance to recover, because I do believe the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results, hm? That means I'm
insane. And hey you guys, I've never tried a break before- I've been at my job seven years and I've worked straight through everything, so why not? Let's try something different here. What do I have to lose?
And let's
also look on the bright side. Instead of calling it sick leave, a hiatus, or a
sabbatical, I would like to refer to it as, "Chloe Is Going To Totally Try To Go 31 Days Sans Bra Or Any Other Uncomfortable and Completely Constrictive Undergarments". If I run into any of you over the month of March and it's cold outside, I do apologize in advance- but I have to have
some sort of goal to reach. I think I'll give this one my best shot.
I'll also have plenty of time on my hands to work on the blog, and to tackle my overflowing email inbox, so hooray!
So there you have it, readers. That's what I've been lamenting about over the past few weeks. That's the announcement. Beginning March 1st? More Chloe, less stress, and I have nothing to lose except...my brassiere.
It's going to be fun!
Maybe.
I think.
I hope?
Hellllp.