Tolerance

'Tis another day. I rushed home from school so that I may go to the library, although discovered that there were no parking spaces within two blocks. As I'm not fond of walking two blocks to the library in the rain, I opted to go home and sleep. I lay in my bed for half an hour... I am physically incapable of sleeping. How very convenient.This entry's topic is: TOLERANCE. Or rather, my lack thereof. I have specific intolerances, namely people that have a headache and think that the world is crashing down. Everyone at school is sick. This would not be so bad, besides the constant hum of students hacking up a lung, if people did not feel the need to complain about it. In particular, if they did not feel the need to complain about it to me. Good luck extracting an ounce of sympathy from me. For the people that don't know about my CFIDS, [oh, look at that use of a pronoun. It's not just CFIDS, it's MY CFIDS] well, they have more of an excuse. However, people that are fully aware and continue to complain after I have already become tired with their games and reminded them-- don't you love those run-on sentences? At any rate, those people are just being insensitive. I KNOW you have a headache. Get over it. You are not going to die, you have not developed an exotic strain of Pertussis, you are going to be okay!Perhaps that is an example of insensitivity on my part, although I feel qualified. I come to school unless I am:A) Unable to walk five feet. As long as I can walk five feet, I can go to school. Who cares if I fall, it certainly wouldn't be the worst thing to happen to me.B) My stomach cannot hold food down. That becomes more of a public space issue. It's just not considerate of me to be vomitting all over the walk ways, etc.C) I actually have developed an exotic strain of Pertussis, which is coincidentally highly contagious and I am sentenced to life in a plastic bubble, until Western medicine can find a cure."C" hasn't happened all that often, but I do stay home in such instances. I go to school in every other instance, and I don't complain about it. What are they going to do? Stuff advil down my throat? Thanks, I can do that on my own, if the infernal little pills actually had some effect on me.If you see me in school, and have a little stomache ache and feel tired, and you think you have a fever, don't vent to me. I cannot wave my hands and -- poof! -- your symptoms disappear. Don't complain to anyone else, either, come to think of it. Go home and be babied, or stay in school and try your best to learn. Do I have the power to decide whether or not you should go to the nurse and ingest some tylenol? Some people must think I do, because I was asked countless times today.Examples of good sick people: Julia and Amanda. They may have looked a little sick outwardly, but they did not complain about it and they were doing their best to take care of themselves. To top it off, they also listened to me complain about how sick people complain. I'm not a hypocrite, honest.I'm also not jealous that some people are capable of sleeping. "I slept all through A-block..." Lucky! I wish I had such control over my body. Oy, and I wonder why people get mad at me for giving them the "wrong reaction." If they are looking for a bottle fed reaction, again, I'm not the one to turn to.What CAN you turn to me for? I'm not sure. I am not this bitter and resentful in person -- most of the time, anyway. I can only tolerate so much...What else is there in the life of me... Joanne (our nanny) is back today, after a sick-day yesterday. This can only mean one thing: we are having chicken for dinner tonight.We had a brief meeting for "Once Upon A Mattress" today. The cast is going to be... *drum roll please* pretty bad. It's almost all new kids -- Robin Wood has scared the returning students away. It's mostly Freshman. I can only tolerate so many freshman in one room. We also have zero guys who can sing. We're going to end up with Evan Greer as the romantic lead. If we cannot turn this production around, we might as well start laughing now, and have a good humor about it.Goo -- although LiveJournal is tempting, you should probably get some work done, m'dear.Maybe some of those darn Winchester-ites will have left the library by now. Wish me luck...-Jenn