Ugh. Hope that's finally over.
Mar. 29th, 2006 09:06 amSpent the last two days sick, again. With my immune system weakened by fighting with last weeks Con-Crud, it was apparently all too easy for me to pick something else up that I got to fight with this week. This time it was the second-worst-sort-of-ick(TM), at least for me. I woke up feeling feverish and headachy on Monday, but had a ton of work to get through, and no real fever, so I bucked up, took some medecine and headed off to work. Mistake! I did manage to get through what needed doing, but by noon I was in no shape to concentrate and much warmer, so I went home for chicken soup and comfort.
Sadly, a single afternoon of this did not prove to be enough, and I wasn't feeling any better on Tuesday. Here's what elevates it to second-worst-sort-of-ick(TM), at least in my book. This nasty little bug was the kind that kept me alert enough that I couldn't sleep, and listless enough that I couldn't concentrate on anything. So my day went mostly like this:
( A Conversation between Laura's Brain and The Ick. )
Okay, so maybe it wasn't quite that dramatic, but by about five I was bored with a capital BORED, but felt better. My accomplishments for the day totalled washing sheets and making the bed, reading The Nocturnals "Black Halloween", and kicking The Ick. By seven-thirty I was ravenous, and the fried rice I made for the teenagers dinner just didn't cut it. I ate tacos. They stayed where they belonged. I still have a sinus headache, but that's nothing.
This morning started with a little A.M. sexy-sexy. I'm not sick. Or bored. Things are looking up.
Sadly, a single afternoon of this did not prove to be enough, and I wasn't feeling any better on Tuesday. Here's what elevates it to second-worst-sort-of-ick(TM), at least in my book. This nasty little bug was the kind that kept me alert enough that I couldn't sleep, and listless enough that I couldn't concentrate on anything. So my day went mostly like this:
( A Conversation between Laura's Brain and The Ick. )
Okay, so maybe it wasn't quite that dramatic, but by about five I was bored with a capital BORED, but felt better. My accomplishments for the day totalled washing sheets and making the bed, reading The Nocturnals "Black Halloween", and kicking The Ick. By seven-thirty I was ravenous, and the fried rice I made for the teenagers dinner just didn't cut it. I ate tacos. They stayed where they belonged. I still have a sinus headache, but that's nothing.
This morning started with a little A.M. sexy-sexy. I'm not sick. Or bored. Things are looking up.