Wow, there is such a thing as too much caffeine!

[quidditchgrrl]

I'm strangely energetic tonight. Had coffee today, as well as four or five diet Mountain Dews. Am v. bouncy.

Work is going v. well. Elevator out of order over the weekend, spent half the day in the stacks catching up, but 'tis done. I am so freakin' happy to be away from the government dole. Have been fielding more calls from the woman who's taking some of my responsibilities. I'd like to tell her to go stuff herself (she's a secretary they moved over from the commercial sector), but it might put a kink in the supply chain if I can't convince her that sending an e-mail to the appropriate person for clarification would make calls to me unnecessary. So I smile and grit my teeth and hang the phone up happily.



I never know what to say when I hear bad news about someone, especially concerning cancer or other terminal diseases. For some reason, I freeze up a little. Everything looks and sounds so inadequate. And I always hated, hated, HATED the plethora of empty sentiments expressed during the course of my mother's illness. I wanted to hit anyone who said, 'I know just how you feel,' when they had never experienced terminal illness in any form. It was insulting and belittling.

Rather than say something that would upset someone, I tend to keep quiet. I do send little things when I think they might help, but I try not to guess what a caregiver is feeling. The experience is different for each person based on their relationship with the person, how much other support they recieve inside and outside of the family, and a host of other factors.

So, if I don't respond to your posts immediately (or at all), please don't be offended. It could be I'm trying to think of something to say, or just don't know how to respond.

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[quidditchgrrl.livejournal.com]

That's good, acting normally in that kind of situation, not too bouncy and chipper, just concentrating on what's at hand.

Hope he's okay!