Well, that was strange

Friday I went to bed around 10 or 11, and woke up Saturday evening at 5:30. I thought it was either still Friday night or Saturday morning. Imagine my surprise. My shoulder, the one I dislocated, was killing me for hours. I only woke up for a few minutes at a time to carefully change position. Luckily, I didn't dislocate it again. I was very disoriented when I woke up, and it was much more difficult than it should be to even sit up. I asked my mom if I'd been up that day and she said no. I think it must've been a grand mal seizure. I was up for about five hours and then went back to bed at about 10:45 and slept for another 8-9 hours. I've been very tired today; very out of it. I tried reading Descartes this morning, but that didn't go too well. I would read a paragraph and my mind would be off someplace else. I took about a four hour nap this afternoon. This is not how I wanted to spend my weekend. I think it was Thursday I was trying to concentrate on my homework, and my mother kept interrupting me for one thing or another, and I finally said, "Mom! I'm trying to concentrate on homework!" She replied, "I know honey, and I admire you for it." Does she want me to fail?? I really want to finish the quarter, but I'm getting very behind in my women's studies class, and pretty far behind in my psych class, that I wonder if I should drop one....I don't want to, and I think I can do it, as long as the rest of the quarter goes smoothly and there are no emergencies or seizures or illnesses. Odds seem unlikely. I don't know what I'm going to do.

I talked to a friend Friday night I haven't spoken to for a few months. She has a beautiful 9 month old daughter, and she's expecting in May. Wow! They will be 15 months apart. She takes after her mother - her two younger sisters are 11 months apart. I'm happy for her, but it also makes me think of my own life and lack of children, and how almost all the women I know near my age have kids or are pregnant. Even my doctor is due in less than a month. I was going to make her a baby blanket, but I don't think that's going to happen any time soon. Maybe my dream the other night was a sort of psychic dream.

Have you ever noticed in fairy tales that the villain is almost always a woman and the hero is almost always a man? What's up with that? Sleeping Beauty, Snow White, Cinderella, The Little Mermaid, The Sword In The Stone....and then there's the damsel in distress, except the last one. The villians in The Wizard Of Oz and Alice In Wonderland are also women, but at least the heroes are heroines.

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