Emo me.

Apparently seven doses of hormones injected into one's system within 24 hours is enough to wreak havoc on the body. My digestive system is freaked out, I'm tired, and earlier this evening, I sobbed for several minutes after the cell signal was dropped when Doug called from France, just as I was answering the phone. I hadn't talked to him in two days and I miss him terribly, and I was afraid he wouldn't call again because it was midnight there, and I burst into tears. He did call again, for the record. It actually took me a few minutes of talking to him before I stopped crying. Yikes.

Starting tonight it's two doses again. Maybe I won't spend so much time in the bathroom tomorrow... :-P

In other news, the conference is going well. My talk turned out to be today (so last night was a late night, heh), and I got a lot of great feedback on it, including some really encouraging comments from two well-known people. It's amazing how much of an impact that sort of encouragement has, isn't it? I try to do that for other people, and when someone else does it for me I'm just reminded of how important it is.

ETA: Rita, I keep seeing the new UCC commercial on CNN! It's making me a bit teary. ;-)