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deathpixie) wrote2001-10-31 06:00 pm
deathpixie) wrote2001-10-31 06:00 pm
Ugh...
The solicitor who comes in every week to help out with intervention order cases looked at me today and said, "Jo, you look tired."
My reply: "I always look tired."
She nodded and said, "Yes, you do."
And that pretty much sums up my day.
I'm starting to wonder what it is about sitting in court that seems to drain every last bit of energy out of me. It's not like I'm doing anything that requires either physical or mental strain - I can (and probably do) say the oath for witnesses in my sleep. There's a bit of pressure to make sure everything runs and is heard as soon as possible, and that's been impossible lately with the way Pete's been overbooking court time (he misjudges how slow Mr Hardy can be sometimes) and things like the bail application for the rape case that was adjourned from yesterday.
(He didn't get bail, which was a good thing - he's an evil little snot, and even if she did have sex with him by consent, he still bashed her across the face by his own admission.)
I'm just finding it harder and harder to get the energy to do anything lately. And BRM is no help; with school rounds still on, he's usually tired too, and more inclined to just not have dinner. Not eating is not an option for me - we didn't eat Monday night, and I was light headed and vague and shaky for most of Tuesday. I had to make sure I had a hold on my desk every time I stood up to swear in a witness, just to make sure I didn't stumble and fall. Grey-outs are such fun, not. Not eating is a bad thing, I know, so don't start on me, but when you're so tired your bones ache and your muscles feel like lead, food preparation is the last thing you want to do. And take-away is out, since we're both broke at the moment. And rent's due next week. As is the electricity bill.
Like I said to that solicitor, I need to sleep for, oh, about a week. That should do it. But they won't pay me to sleep, so I guess I just have to keep hauling my arse off to court. And the worst thing? I'm only working part time. How the hell am I going to cope with full time?
Bah, enough of my foul whining. I need to see what's in the fridge that's edible without too much fuss.
My reply: "I always look tired."
She nodded and said, "Yes, you do."
And that pretty much sums up my day.
I'm starting to wonder what it is about sitting in court that seems to drain every last bit of energy out of me. It's not like I'm doing anything that requires either physical or mental strain - I can (and probably do) say the oath for witnesses in my sleep. There's a bit of pressure to make sure everything runs and is heard as soon as possible, and that's been impossible lately with the way Pete's been overbooking court time (he misjudges how slow Mr Hardy can be sometimes) and things like the bail application for the rape case that was adjourned from yesterday.
(He didn't get bail, which was a good thing - he's an evil little snot, and even if she did have sex with him by consent, he still bashed her across the face by his own admission.)
I'm just finding it harder and harder to get the energy to do anything lately. And BRM is no help; with school rounds still on, he's usually tired too, and more inclined to just not have dinner. Not eating is not an option for me - we didn't eat Monday night, and I was light headed and vague and shaky for most of Tuesday. I had to make sure I had a hold on my desk every time I stood up to swear in a witness, just to make sure I didn't stumble and fall. Grey-outs are such fun, not. Not eating is a bad thing, I know, so don't start on me, but when you're so tired your bones ache and your muscles feel like lead, food preparation is the last thing you want to do. And take-away is out, since we're both broke at the moment. And rent's due next week. As is the electricity bill.
Like I said to that solicitor, I need to sleep for, oh, about a week. That should do it. But they won't pay me to sleep, so I guess I just have to keep hauling my arse off to court. And the worst thing? I'm only working part time. How the hell am I going to cope with full time?
Bah, enough of my foul whining. I need to see what's in the fridge that's edible without too much fuss.
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:)
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I'm inclined to think it's stress-related; BRM has been niggly lately, and I'm worrying about a whole bunch of stuff, and even when I do sleep, my dreams are disturbing the shit out of me. *sighs* Time for a bath. But at least you know why I haven't answered your email yet - too damn tired. :P
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Ugh. That does sound like it adds up to a whole lot of not so good feelings. *makes a face* How about. try and smile as BIG as you can for 10 seconds, show as *many* teeth as you can! So then at the end of the day, you can say it wasn't all bad. :) And, you can think about what you'll be getting in the mail. soonish. (hee. hee. hee.)
And I don't need your addy again! Woo! I have it here somewhere..I know I do..