Blick

[rolanni]

So I went to work yesterday and it was a Zoo the like of which I have rarely seen at my cousin's place, and hope never to see again. I came home full of Vibrating Adrenaline and a headache on the half-shell, reference Zoo, above. Took a nap, and hit the revisions on Carousel Tides, which were going really well, so I kept at them for ...a while. But I did knock off in plenty of time to get to bed at a reasonable hour, because I Are A Grown-Up, and I had an early start-date at work today.

Except the headache took the opportunity of unsupervised time to increase its munitions and fortify its position, so that by the time I got up, I was One Sick Puppy. I thought I was gonna tough it out, anyway, the cousin paying well and money in short supply, but it just wasn't gonna happen. Called in sick, went back to bed and promptly fell into a coma, ably assisted by Mozart and Scrabble.

Woke up four hours later, queasy and achy, managed not to blow up the kitchen or catch a cat on fire while warming up chicken and rice soup -- and went back to bed, promptly falling into a coma, ably assisted by the microwaveable gray goose, Mozart and Scrabble.

I'm up again and can actually look at a computer screen without disturbing the midgets with their titanium tap shoes, so I'm going to up the ante and see if I can actually do the dishes.

Call me wild and crazy.

Sigh.

Comments

[threeringedmoon.livejournal.com]

I hope you continue to improve. One way I can tell if I am really sick is if I can sleep during the day. Laying down without being able to either sleep or read is also a good indication.