February 11th, 2005
|04:28 pm - Bleah, with company|
Still feeling ... bleah. You know, I'd much rather this thing be a big-ol' bacterial infection, with hot and cold running technicolor snot, a fever of 108, periodic vomiting and the occasional twitching in the legs. That would make a much better story. As it is, I can just tell that I'm not right ... what fever there is comes and goes and is fairly low-grade. (I crashed on the couch last night and woke up a couple of hours later all clammy.)
In the way of these miserable things, Ericka now appears to have it too. I was thinking I'd go to work last night, but she was pretty miserable so I thought it best to keep an eye on her. Good thing, as I ended up sleeping most of the night.
I've started Flonase, which I got prescribed the last time I had this sort of thing. It seems to have frightened the stuffiness out of my nose. It's now running for its life down the back of my throat, making that raw, but at least I can breath most of the time.
I feel like just writing off the week. We'll see what I (and Ericka) feel like when it comes time to make the decision before work tonight. For now, I think some soup is in order.
Current Mood: tired
Current Music: Androgynous--The Replacements--Let It Be
108! I don't think so! Not unless you think brain damage is fun?
Hope you feel better soon.
|Date:||February 12th, 2005 04:10 am (UTC)|| |
Exaggerating for effect. I take my brain damage the old-fashioned way: I drink it. Thanks for the good wishes.
|Date:||February 12th, 2005 05:33 am (UTC)|| |
Don't neglect your tummy, too. All that junk running down your throat ends up making you sick if you don't have a little bite to eat pretty often. Sammidge or Coke or whatever you like...
Get well soon.
Maybe you have a brain tumor.
|Date:||February 12th, 2005 08:16 pm (UTC)|| |
That's the spirit! A brain tumor I could have treated!
(And brain tumors ... always funny.)