Sorry, Björk, I have to disagree, emergency is NOT where I want to be... but who cares, right?
Let's just say that the nearest pharmacy on Monday was closed "due to ilness" and the second nearest did not have the medicine I needed and that my fever got worse and I had such a terrible cough that I thought I would suffocate, so I finally had to rely on my friends. They brought me something to drink and later brought me to the doctor's where I spent three hours waiting, feverish, for the sentence : bad kind of bronchitis, antibiotics for ten more days, no work, no school, no stairs-climbing, being very careful, coming for further examination next week..
I did not have the power to be brave and optimistic and do this "I don't mind" exercise anymore... My students, my teachers, my family, my friends, they are all loosing patience with me, so where on earth shall I get more patience with myself from? Am I really such a "bad-luck magnet"?
No. I suppose it could be worse. By pure chance (coincidence?) I found this anti-depressive article in the few minutes I was able to sit at the desk and send apologies to all possible directions...and I guess there are still people, whose tragicomic autobiography would be a better selling book than mine. Suppose I should be grateful I don't have any glue around to get it down my throat.
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