Thursday, September 29, 2011
I last used those words during the hurricane we had at the end of August, but they feel appropriate now. Or at least they sound better than "running and hiding" and make me feel like less of a pathetic wuss. I'm about to go out for lunch, even though I brought stuff to make my own, because I've just gotta get out of here. They're about to have the shower for my coworker's oops baby. This is the coworker that had the baby a month early after a ruptured placenta, and I'm REALLY glad that she's ok and the baby's ok, but she's brining the baby, and I wasn't sure if I was going to be able to handle the shower even before she had the baby early. I had tears in my eyes signing the card earlier today, and that was my signal that I just couldn't do it this time. So I'm trying to hunker down and make a tiny little secure cave to hide in, just big enough for the turtle shell I'm trying to withdraw into so I can survive.