Cameron's Thoughts

Here I am. At work. Sick. Pissed. I went to bed last night at 4am. Somewhat later than usual as I was watching some good Curb Your Enthusiasm episodes and just couldn't stop. At 6am I awoke and went to the bathroom with stomach pains. I then ended up throwing up and feeling much better afterwards. I was hoping I just ate some bad food and that was that. I then remembered Nickcole said that my son Brett was sick Tuesday night and threw up every 15 minutes all night long.
I went back to lay down. Then the stomach pains returned. From 6am on, I went on a cycle of throwing up, feeling better for 10 minutes, feeling horrible stomach pain for about 20 minutes, then throwing up again. This was my day. Both Hailey and Brett were over for the night, so I had to utilize those 10 minute intervals where I felt okay to feed and clothe them. I was eventually able to get ahold of Nickcole and she came and picked them up around 10:30. I was still sick at this point though. When Nickcole came over, she also let me know that she came down with the same thing, and was sick every 15 minutes from like 8pm 'til 6am on Thursday night. I knew I couldn't work like this. Since I am point supervisor tonight, I have to actually find another supervisor to work for me. This leaves three other people. First guy I called was up north at Houghton Lake for the weekend. Next two guys went straight to voicemail. No return calls or anything.
So, here I am at work. Thankfully, the puking actually did stop at about 12:30. I still don't feel well. Had only 2 hours of sleep. Haven't eaten anything. And I'm at Corecomm, which makes me feel unwell on a normal day.

I have to say that I am quite the procrastinator. I'm not really sure where this came from, or why I am this way. It may just be a lack of motivation. I will only do things because at the last minute I HAVE to do them. This always seems like a good way to go as when I do actually get around to getting things done, I don't waste any time. Plus, the fact that every day leading up until the due date on things, I have the satisfaction of putting things off and slacking. The main problem comes with the fact that when this slacking occurs, I always have this guy in the back of my mind that's worried that I won't have enough time to finish what needs to be done. This guy has been slowly draining my resources and causing me stress and grief. One problem is the fact that I don't ever realize how much the stress is actually getting to me until the day after I accomplish what I have been procrastinating doing. I then notice how much of a relief things were. I do have satisfaction that the stress is gone, but I wonder how much better things would be if it was just never there. I also have to wonder how much my life is being shortened by needless stress that I bring on to myself. There's of course always going to be stress, but probably a majority of it is self-inflected. I wasn't really going anywhere with this, this has just been going through my mind today.