I bounded up out of bed this morning, feeling like I'd beaten back the bug and was ready to take on the world again. Hooray for sleep!
Two hours later, after picking up cat food and some basic groceries, I felt like I'd been whacked over the head with a plank. It took a three-hour nap in the afternoon to make me feel like I could somewhat function again.
Now it's not even midnight and I'm ready to hit the sack again. I guess I can only function in four-hour spurts or so. Man, being sick is tiring ...
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Two hours later, after picking up cat food and some basic groceries, I felt like I'd been whacked over the head with a plank. It took a three-hour nap in the afternoon to make me feel like I could somewhat function again.
Now it's not even midnight and I'm ready to hit the sack again. I guess I can only function in four-hour spurts or so. Man, being sick is tiring ...
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My stomach is extremely unhappy this weekend, which took all the fun out of my mother's birthday dinner last night. I haven't been able to retain anything in my system, although I'm now hazarding a banana walnut muffin (bought from Cedele yesterday before I realised how seriously ill I was).
Anyway, before I got sick, I went to the National Museum's 120th anniversary party on Friday night, which included the premiere of 120, a commissioned theatrical performance (I don't know how else to call it) about the redesign and revamp of the museum. Very postmodern, as these things are wont to be.
Since then, all I've done is try not to aggravate my stomach further. I suppose drinking orange juice wasn't the smartest move in the book, but I hate that icky taste in the mouth that comes from being sick. On the other hand, watching some season 2 The West Wing helped, mostly because I know certain episodes so well I can just sit around and wait for the punchline, which sometimes goes like this:
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Anyway, before I got sick, I went to the National Museum's 120th anniversary party on Friday night, which included the premiere of 120, a commissioned theatrical performance (I don't know how else to call it) about the redesign and revamp of the museum. Very postmodern, as these things are wont to be.
Since then, all I've done is try not to aggravate my stomach further. I suppose drinking orange juice wasn't the smartest move in the book, but I hate that icky taste in the mouth that comes from being sick. On the other hand, watching some season 2 The West Wing helped, mostly because I know certain episodes so well I can just sit around and wait for the punchline, which sometimes goes like this:
JOSH: You've heard.I haven't eaten (properly) in two days and I don't think I could help the cat stage a breakout from the apartment right now.
BARTLET: About the Chinese refugees?
SAM: They escaped.
BARTLET: Yeah. Can you believe it?
JOSH: No, as a matter of fact, neither one of us can believe it, sir.
BARTLET: That detention center was being guarded by the 22nd Division of the California National Guard. Now, what does it say about our reserve army?
SAM: That 83 men, women and children who haven't eaten in two months staged a prison break.
--- "Shibboleth", The West Wing
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It worked before and it's worked again: after blogging about a bad nose, it's decided to retreat into submission and has ceased to torment me. Looks like I didn't need that second box of Febs tablets after all.
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Seriously, having to blow my nose every 5 minutes? Not funny. Interspersed with very animated sneezing of about the same intensity as a Pacific Rim volcano? Really tiring.
This isn't the first time I've blogged about having a cold. But I still hate having them. Give me a good debilitating fever any day.
The downside to being a freelancer? No such thing as "taking MC" or pleading for medical leave. Work proceeds apace.
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This isn't the first time I've blogged about having a cold. But I still hate having them. Give me a good debilitating fever any day.
The downside to being a freelancer? No such thing as "taking MC" or pleading for medical leave. Work proceeds apace.
Technorati Tags: cold, sick
Thirtysomething, Singapore-born and -bred (barring five years spent in wintrier climes), and thus far resisting all forms of government propaganda exalting procreation. I watch too much American TV, eat too much local food (to which the concepts of low-fat/low-cal/low-anything except low price do not apply) and read too many blogs, most of them American or local. I'd love it if Singapore were visited by the monsoon more often and if I could wear jeans to work.
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