My sympathy for others is stretched to the max at the moment. BM was whinging about work last night, yet another 'restructure' is looming. Usually I'm full of compassion - he's the one who goes to work, commuting for over 3 hours to and from Sydney every day, working in a stressful environment whilst I lead the life of the lady of leisure. This week I have no spare sympathy, not an iota, not a jot, not a crumb - I am without sympathy. I declared today and tomorrow ME days. I am beyond stressed - I have to do a seminar presentation tomorrow (hate, hate, hate them), and of course I have a cold sore developing. Gee I wonder why. So I'm going to be selfish and not worry about anyone else until my stuff is out of the way.
- BM's work problems - don't care.
- J's end of year school stuff - I'll worry about that next week.
- Mum-in-law's spiralling dementia, and colonoscopy next week - not on my radar at the moment.
Back to my presentation and my state of selfishness.