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Apr. 3rd, 2010 03:35 pmSo you know that Not A Pretty Girl post I made a little while back? I made some throw-away comment at the end about how pissy I would be at losing my status as The Smart One.
I'm feeling a little bit of irony over here, because I sure don't feel like the Smart One now.
It's not really my fault. A combination of pain, painkillers and sleep-deprivation (and I mostly blame the sleep-dep) has me walking around feeling like the inside of my skull has been packed with wool and candy-floss. I look at spreadsheets and the numbers just seem to swim together. I had to give up reading a book on a subject I was really interested in because I read the same two pages of the first chapter about a dozen times without retaining a single word. I forget things like my wallet or my keys on a daily basis. I count myself lucky if I manage to leave the house wearing pants.
It's driving me nuts.
You know my boss asked me the other day if I needed to take time off work prior to the surgery. At the time I thought he was being nice. On reflection maybe he's worried that I'm going to break something. Smart man, my boss.
I'm feeling a little bit of irony over here, because I sure don't feel like the Smart One now.
It's not really my fault. A combination of pain, painkillers and sleep-deprivation (and I mostly blame the sleep-dep) has me walking around feeling like the inside of my skull has been packed with wool and candy-floss. I look at spreadsheets and the numbers just seem to swim together. I had to give up reading a book on a subject I was really interested in because I read the same two pages of the first chapter about a dozen times without retaining a single word. I forget things like my wallet or my keys on a daily basis. I count myself lucky if I manage to leave the house wearing pants.
It's driving me nuts.
You know my boss asked me the other day if I needed to take time off work prior to the surgery. At the time I thought he was being nice. On reflection maybe he's worried that I'm going to break something. Smart man, my boss.