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I worked from home today because the guys came to replace the HVAC system (and because it was my turn – John stayed home when the painters came). Now we have a brand new furnace and A/C! Very exciting. And they’re pretty, as these things go. Shiny, anyway. Unfortunately, I now have a giant, horrible, throbbing, not-at-ALL fun headache. To go with my stuffy nose and watery eyes. They ran the heater for a while to make sure everything was working correctly, so it got really hot and stuffy in here, and I’m tempted to open the windows because it’s so pleasant outside, but I think that would be a mistake. A HORRIBLE MISTAKE. And I’m not that dumb. Today. Ask me again tomorrow.
I flaked on Jess and her mom about the 5K tomorrow because I feel crappy. It’s not so much about the 5K as it is about not being very good company and being away from home when I feel crappy. Nobody likes to be away from home when the highlight of your day is the 15 minutes spent feeling slightly less crappy because you were standing under wonderfully hot water in the shower.
I think staring at tiny letters on a screen is not helping my headache, so I’m going to stop. Also, I need to congratulate myself on finding the end of the work day. Is it stupid to drink wine when I feel crappy? Because I think I would like some wine.
On my way out of the office, I sneezed as I stepped off the elevator. My eyes watered, and my nose tickled because I was suppressing a second sneeze, and I could swear people were looking at me like I was Patient Zero. Dudes, it’s allergy season! Besides, I didn’t sneeze ON you. I didn’t even sneeze AT you. Maybe I should have. Next time. Watch out, starers. I’m coming for you.
I skipped April Fool’s Day this year. I mean, I was there for it. I was awake and active in the world or whatever, but it completely slipped my mind until fairly late in the evening, and I wasn’t aware of a single prank. This morning, John showed me the Firefly one on Reddit (which I can’t find right now). That was a good one, if mean. Oh, and I saw the Google Nose thing after I got home last night. I don’t mind missing it. I don’t usually do April Fool’s. It makes me wonder if that’s how April is going to go, though. Am I going to miss every other day? Or rush through the whole month? Maybe I’ll just view everything through my congested fog. That’ll be fun.
I think I might be getting sick. I can’t tell yet if it’s just seasonal allergies, but since John just got over the flu, I’m a little nervous. My head is a little (not a lot) congested, my throat is sore enough to hurt when I swallow, the lymph nodes right under my jawline are swollen, and I think I had a fever for a little bit during the night – I woke up freezing and shivering and went scrambling for socks and warmer clothes and more blankets. Everything but the fever could mean allergies – that stuff happens to me every spring. And fall. And at random times throughout the rest of the year. I was planning on running today, but I think I’m not going to. We have a 5K with Jess in less than a week, but I gave up any hope of a good race a few weeks ago. Running today wouldn’t help that much, and a day of real rest might. So I’m going to do nothing. Almost nothing. I might go to the library with John. Maybe.
Home now. Still sick. Thoroughly exhausted. I think I could have been good at writing telegrams. We were right on the edges of that big snowstorm that is heading northeast, so there were multiple accidents on the highway this afternoon, and John and I took an alternate route home. It took us five hours, but the GPS said staying on the highway would have taken almost seven. Eight, really, since we’d been on the road for an hour when we checked. So we’re home, and the car is unloaded, and the Chinese food has been ordered, and John is out getting milk and yogurt. Roxy is resting on her own bed. She was really good this past week. Very quiet, no accidents, no incidents with Mabel – she was the perfect houseguest-dog. My head feels both clearer and runnier than it has for days. I think that’s an improvement, but I’m so over this horrible cold/congestion/sinus infection/HORRIBLE THING I could just scream. But that would make me cough. And THAT would make me dive head first into a fire pit. (Because it might feel better. Also because it was 57 degrees in the house when we walked in, and a fire pit would probably be warmer.)
Okay, people, it’s time for Christmas. I just spent two hours in a thoroughly depressing walk-in clinic, and I need some lights, some presents, and some music, stat! (Turns out I have a sinus infection, but I’m all doped up now and will hopefully be on the mend soon.)
Why am I sick again? Is this some cruel joke? I was better for a few days, maybe even a whole week, and then I woke up with a sore throat Thursday morning, and now I’m a wreck. I’m drinking water like there’s no tomorrow, which means I’m going to the bathroom every 15 minutes or so, and I’m congested and coughing my head off. This is getting old. Everyone keeps asking me what they can do to make me feel better, and I appreciate that, I really do, but there isn’t anything anyone can do. I have medicine (although it doesn’t seem to be doing anything), and I have lots of water and lots of tea and lots of kleenex – what else is there? Oh, it’s time for ibuprofen. Ouch, people. This sucks.
Miserable at home today*, but at least it’s drizzly and icky outside, too. Better to have the outside match the inside today. After I stopped working, I rushed for the internet looking for fun distractions. I was disappointed. I managed to spend several hours being distracted, but nothing stuck out as wonderfully fun today. I might not be in the right mood. I am in the mood for a fig newton, though. Hey, I might be hungry again. It’s amazing how much I don’t feel like eating much when I can’t taste anything. Anyway, the internet failed me this evening, and I just don’t know if I can forgive it. Also, I don’t know if I can continue making sense under the influence of cold medicine. I was about to wax rhapsodic about Stanley Tucci.
*Today was better than yesterday – I’m definitely improving.
I’m able to hide my mutation now (for the most part), so it’s back out into the world I go. I also tried lotion today, and that seems to be going well. I was supposed to stay away from lotion in case it aggravated my already tortured skin, but after four days at home with the heat on, my skin is SO DRY. And I figure if lotion is okay, then maybe sweat is okay, and maybe I can exercise again. So I might go to the gym tonight. Or maybe just run tomorrow morning.
I look like a lizard. Like a salamander. Or maybe a newt. It’s awful. Apparently, I’ve found another antibiotic I’m allergic to. Sure, that’s only two now, but one of them is amoxicillin, and that rules out everything in the -cillin family, which I think includes penicillin. (So someday I’m going to die because I need medication I can’t take because I’m allergic to it. Yay for me.) At least with that one, the reaction I have isn’t visible to anyone. With this one (bactrim), I turn into a lizard. A lizard on fire. Ooh, like a salamander! (I knew there was a reason I went for that one.) Seriously, though, I look scary. The doctor said I shouldn’t exercise for a few days (because I shouldn’t sweat – weird, right?), so I’ll be fat and scary. Good combination. Too bad it didn’t happen right before Halloween instead of right after. Built-in costume.
Roxy is still wearing her lampshade, but she’s doing much better. We gave her a break from it for a lot of yesterday (because we were home and could watch her), and we only had to stop her from licking her paw a couple of times. I’ll probably be home with her a lot this week. I don’t want to go out in public like this, so I will most likely work from home. Today is a sick day. Morning with the doctor, home for now, another appointment this afternoon – too disjointed to be productive at work.
Man, if I have to look like a mutant (and I totally do), I should at least get some cool superpower.
Remember that book club I got so excited about? I haven’t been since that first time in April, but it totally hasn’t been my fault. The May meeting was the first Friday we were in England, they skipped June, and the July meeting was scheduled for last Friday when we were still in Orlando. Luckily (for me), it didn’t happen last Friday and was instead rescheduled for this Friday. Like, tomorrow. When I’m free. And I found out about that yesterday. So I have a little over 24 hours to read the book. I got it for my Kindle around 4pm today and started it at the gym. Finding the time to finish it shouldn’t be all that hard since my head is pounding and I’m probably taking a sick day tomorrow. Note to self: five days of dawn to midnight running around theme parks in absurd heat really must be followed by at least one day of rest. Real rest.
Now I have to hide from the internet and read. Poor me.
These last two days have gotten completely away from me. Too much work, not enough play. Or homework. And a cold. Poor, poor me. Let’s all be sad.
Actually, I felt much better today than yesterday. I’m crossing my fingers that this trend continues. Especially since I have to go downtown tomorrow and I REALLY don’t want to be miserable that far from home.
Of course, if I end up feeling miserable tomorrow, I can make myself feel much better by watching this video (via The Daily What) again.
That was hilariously adorable. This one is just scary.
I worked from home today. And I’m going to work from home again tomorrow. Breathing sucks. (You’re welcome.) Well, it does, no matter how you look at it, sick or not. You can’t run from the truth. I have had a fuzzy head all day. John had hopes that really loud music might vibrate all the crud out of my head last night, but it didn’t work. It was cool, though. We went to see Eric Johnson play in Alexandria. We weren’t more than 40 feet away, and I picked the right side to sit on – he was angled towards us most of the night. Crucial, in his case, ’cause you have to watch his hands fly.
Sorry – no brain, loud music in the basement (the band is rehearsing), and I want some soup. Wonton soup. (I had egg drop last night – no, two nights ago. Love that stuff.) I lost my train of thought, realized I have nothing left to say about the Eric Johnson concert, and then stared at the screen until it went out of focus.
Oh, you know what’s really totally not cool? Wearing cologne to the gym. It’s so unnecessary. Yesterday, I was on one of the machines, and the guy on my right smelled like he had bathed in the stuff. It was very irritating to my already irritated nose. He moved on after 10 minutes or so, but the scent didn’t. Dude. It’s okay if you don’t smell like roses. You’re at the gym. You’re getting sweaty. And nobody cares.
And there goes my brain again. Lost for another 20 minutes. I need soup.
I FINALLY finished The Player of Games, the second Culture novel. I’m not sure how much the order matters, actually, since the first two have very little to do with each other, but I’m going to keep reading them in the order they were published. This one was WAY better, way more interesting throughout, then the first one (so if you’re considering continuing, Erik, this one was worth it).
John and I have finally decided to put our Kindle to a real test. (He has downloaded a couple of free books, but I don’t know if he finished any of them. I haven’t played with it at all.) We keep hearing good things (or good enough things) about Stephen King’s latest book, and since we don’t have any overwhelming desire to own a hard copy of it, we’re going to buy the e-book. And then possibly fight over who gets to read it first. I might lose that fight, though. I just started reading Faithful Place (Tana French – SO good), and I really like it, so I might not be available to start a new book for a little bit. Life is hard.
Also hard – fighting off this cold or allergies or whatever the hell it is. It’s annoying. And I’ve discovered that, aside from the miseries of actually being allergic to, like, everything that has pollen or dust or mold, it’s super annoying when I can’t tell if I have an actual cold (in which case I’d stay inside and be miserable by myself so I don’t contaminate others) or if I’m just reacting to the ridiculous weather. I mean, really, 60 degrees in January? That’s crazy. So if it’s just allergies (and I suspect it is since, aside from congestion and stuffiness and other uncomfortable things in my head, I feel fine – if only I could live without my head for a few days), I can tough it out and continue doing normal social things. So I’m off to the gym. If it turns out this is an actual cold, the gym will kill me and I’ll collapse into bed. Good plan.
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