such a grump.

I woke up in the most funky mood this afternoon. Nothing seemed to make me snap out of this bitch mode. Well except for the 50 bucks my dad gave to me? Nope. Money don't buy love! jeez.
I suppose it's the frusteration with being sick with a disease that isn't obvious to person who isn't sick with it. My problem is when I get sick, I get sick really well. No half baked effort in this department. So now I'm behaving like someone who has chronic fatigue syndrome. It is incredibly silly. I feel fine but then I go to do a normal everyday activity like showering or a short walk and I become as weak as a kitten. (to use a well worn cliché) It will be hard to go back to camp, the seat of busy activity, and not be able to contribute like I would want to. I hate the idea that anyone would think I'm sucking under and not pulling my weight. It just isn't me.
One good thing about this whole nonsense is that I've had to relearn a lesson. That it's okay to ask for help and have others support you. I've never been good at that. I don't know if I'll ever catch on.
well if life gives you lemons... shut up and eat your damn lemons.
I get to see Jodi tomorrow. I haven't seen her in a year. I can't believe that this summer will be two years ago that she got married. Friends since sixth grade. She is one of the few childhood friends in my life still. Much has changed since Camp Crossroads. I look foward to catching up.