Look Ma, I'm on Drupal (and sickkkk)

Wow, sorry about that massive RSS influx, I'm not really sure how to explain what happened, but it should be all ok now!

As of Saturday, thanks to my long-time friend and website-guru Scott (who's in town right now, yay!), West End Girl has finally been migrated into Drupal! I never thought I'd see the day (and my goodness am I glad I didn't try to do the migration myself). Now this process is (quite obviously) not complete - I've got a fair amount of configuring to do, and yeah, there's no custom theme right now.

But that will have to wait, cause holy hell have I been sick for the last few weeks. I mean, I hadn't been feeling great before, but then things really went downhill. I don't know what hit me, but I caught what I believe to be some kind of flu (I woulda thought it was food poisoning, but I know a few people who've had exactly the same symptoms). And it was so slow to get over, and just when I was sorta getting over it, I had some really stressful stuff happen last week, and then it just seemed to set me right back to square one.

It's really hard to say exactly what's going on, cause the IBS is a bit of a mysterious beast, and makes healing from any disturbances in the force a lot slower than for "normal" people, and obviously the stress didn't help. But gosh dang, I have not been well. I finally conceded defeat today and let a very kind friend bring me some bland foods (as I was running out of anything very stomach friendly and had been too exhausted to go get stocked back up).

I always feel so strange about asking for, never mind accepting that sort of help from people. I know it's a stupid thing, but I feel like surrendering and admitting I can't cope on my own is somehow the path to being worse off. It may well be the opposite, but it totally terrifies me. Even just doing a bit of work each day and not just being sick and doing nothing makes me feel like I haven't completely given in. It's certainly some sort of coping mechanism.

Maybe I would get better faster if I just rested, but it's so freaking depressing when you have all this passion and stuff you want to do, and are stuck in a body that is constantly rebelling and getting in my way. (And yes, I know Sarah, I shouldn't think of it like it's me against my body, but GAH it's SO HARD.) Keeping doing a bit of "normal" stuff here and there is all that's keeping me sane right now.