frying pans, fear and red noses

ok so to try to summarize things...amy is finally getting back to being well again...i never got food poisening (cant spell) unless you count a tiny bit o rumbly gas...which i dont and god has me cornered! ok so some of you know that i have this habit of trying to run from the truth (the truth or truths that have to do with me and my personal life) but i do not seem to be doing so hot at it...ive tried running from my god given talents, to the fact that i hate my job to dealing with people on a personal level...and in all circumstances god has managed to sneak up behind me and whack me on the head w/ his cast iron frying pan and whacked some sense into me on each of these topics...how ever typically with each of these whackings i end up a blubering teary eyed mess...not a big deal you say...however...i HATE to cry...i get all red and splotchy and become a sniveling snot drippy mess...ewww! yeah im tired of being whacked and i am starting to fear hearing the woosh from the frying pan! make it stop! im running out of kleenex!
at anyrate wish me luck as i try to get up the nerve to make it to my first ballet class in almost a full year! and pray for me on tuesday so that i might be able to get out of bed and or sit down to pee without crying out of muscle pain...for i am so out of shape right now i feel i will find a whole whole lot of muscles that i forgot i even had! :S
to pain!
:)