Currents of Time

I went to Pittsburgh! IT WENT BADLY.

... not... not Pittsburgh, itself. Just the going there part. Pittsburgh was fine. Hopefully next time will go better! Hopefully there is a next time.

( HARROWING! )

But now I have a cold, which I am 100% certain I picked up in the airport on Saturday, and also my back is, I don't know, failing or something. I woke up this morning in so much pain! D:

But I had an early-ish shift, and I had to go to my therapy appointment, anyway, but then I got to work and was totally useless and in pain and ended up just sitting in a corner and crying at one point, so they sent me home after a whopping hour and a half.

AND HERE IN BED I HAVE REMAINED (well, aside from when I've been trying to do stretches on the floor). Man, I hope I feel better tomorrow.

But for now here is this entry, which I figured I should get up before I go outta town again on Friday.

... fortunately, we're driving, not flying.


NOW IF ONLY I GET TO COME HOME AGAIN TO MY FLUFFY LITTLE CATFACE? (Remember, it was during my trip to New York last year to visit my brother that "the worst thing ever" tagged events happened.) uuugh. SAZY, DON'T GO. :( :( :(

Fortunately, I do not actually appear to be contagious. Still, sound like death. SO MUCH FUN! Actually, one of my coworkers recommended some cold medicine to me, so we'll see how this goes. I am actually breathing through my nose at the moment, which is optimistic.


Relevant: unless terrible things happen, I will be mailing out all my cards tomorrow after work. As I suspected back in November when I put the post up, I did not get them all drawn, so some of them are going to be store cards. I am sorry! Hopefully next year? They are still full of notes, at least! Because I am incapable of shutting up, ever. (I've had them all set for a few days now, but I didn't have a chance on Friday, and I was an idiot and forgot them when I went to mail some packages on Saturday.) Hopefully none of them arrive too horribly late.


Anyway, Mom and I did our annual holiday cookie bake! Only instead of the usual one day, we spread it out over three! And we baked almost 500 cookies, because we are not reasonable individuals. (And we still have a few we want to get to, like tea cakes!) We did a few new things this year, like a peanut butter cup-filled ginger cookie, and a york-filled chocolate cookie, and oh my goodness. THEY ARE SO. DELICIOUS. Also, I was able to bring in a bunch of cookies to work to share with my coworkers, too. Yay!

AND my brother is coming home in a day or two, yay! I am hoping I can commandeer his computer again and play some more Sonic Generations (what I played of it while he was here in November was a lot of fun).

...But there is still not really any snow, bah.

I've been kicked out of my job until I can see a doctor (no, really, they sent me home yesterday after I'd worked a whopping 27 minutes and told me to stay home today, as well, because my struggling to breath was apparently alarming to them). Since they're so on top of things, that'll be 10 this morning 12:45 this afternoon 11:30 tomorrow? Assuming they don't cancel on me again.

(I know scheduling conflicts and stuff happens, but damn, man, not being able to breathe is scary and I am kind of annoyed that they've pushed me back like this. And I really can't afford the hospital.)


But I've passing the time napping, reading any fanfic I'd been meaning to get around to, and marathoning Sherlock, since I'd never got around to watching it and WHY DID IT TAKE ME SO LONG, but that's life. Now I am out of fic backlog, shows, and desire to nap, so I guess I need to find something else to do that I can stay in my blanket-cocoon for. Maybe video games if I can be bothered to transplant myself to the other room, but it's harder to breathe when I'm upright, so I'm not really feeling the motivation...


So there is your UPDATE ON JECCA AND HER PLAGUE ISSUES, or something.

Fine, LJ. You win. I'm not happy about this at all, but you win.

Switched over to S2. Because I am an idiot who assumed I wouldn't need to keep a hard copy of all the codes I used when I fiddled with the settings on this thing, I am having to refind all the colours by hand. IT IS A TREMENDOUS PAIN AND I CANNOT STAND TO DO IT ANY MORE TONIGHT.

I'm close on a few, at least. I don't think there's anything I can do about the friends page, though. I GUESS THEY JUST ASSUME THAT I WANT IT TO LOOK THE SAME AS MY JOURNAL PAGE?



I AM SO ANNOYED.



Also, I spent the evening being too cold and then randomly I was too warm. It was like when a fever breaks, only I haven't actually had a fever, so I have no idea what's going on with my body.

Despite delirious concerns setting in that I was going to die a swift and terrible death by forced dehydration (at 4 in the morning when I finally accepted I was going to be spending the next eight hours as I'd spent the previous eight hours - which is to say, running for the bathroom while wondering how the hell there was still anything left to purge and then crawling back into bed and curling into a ball of misery. My record "no incidents" time was forty minutes!) (I was desperately thirsty, so I had a few sips of water, and it just came right back up), I pulled through and even went back to work today! I had yesterday off, thank god, because missing two days (AND HALF MY WEEKLY HOURS) was more than bad enough. I wasn't really that bad yesterday, but I was still weak and it would have been too easy to overdo it and make myself sick again.

A few hours (maybe) after I was suddenly vomiting everywhere, my mother actually got the exact same thing. And today at work, turns out a fair number of employees had been needing to go home because they suddenly throwing up everywhere. Also sounded like a bunch of people (not necessarily fellow employees) were hitting the clinics all weekend for the same thing.

Come ON, bodies, a little warning! (HERE ARE THE SYMPTOMS: you might be cold all day. This one is hard to tell, as it is the time of year here where you are just... always cold. I know I was freezing once it actually set in, but I can't remember if I was abnormally cold or just regularly cold before that. You eat something and your stomach starts to gurgle like it's a little unhappy, but it doesn't feel like anything major. Maybe you just ate too fast, or drank too much water! Or something else small that would normally not matter! AND THEN YOU THROW UP. A LOT. VIOLENTLY. And then you're fine for a while and think you're better but then have a surprise relapse the next day, but then you really do get better.) Seriously, don't get this. IT SUCKS. (Of course, everyone I know who's had it has also been inside the store I work at, so, uh. Alternately, just stay out of my store.) ...Ooh, maybe that doom disease counted as my one sickness of the year and now I don't need to worry about being sick again for another twelve months or so.


ANYWAY HI I survived. It's February now. God, I hate February. It's gross and slushy and grey and the sun never shines and it's cold and despite being the shortest month of the year, it is somehow the one that goes by the slowest.

I have continued to be ill!

( Not actually a lot of whining, believe it or not. )

I'm feeling a bit more alive now, obviously, so hopefully this means I'm recovering and not that this is the eye of the storm or some sort of last hurrah that ends in me falling over and dying or going into a coma or whatever. That'd be annoying. And I told the people that I'd be ready to get back on the boat come Monday morning. Obligations!

Having an unscheduled (no, really, I can almost set my watch by them) but severe bout of hating my own writing (to the point of wanting to lock down or delete entries containing things. I won't, but the urge is there). Maybe it's just another symptom of whatever I've got. I'm hoping that acknowledging it will be enough to make it go away again. I'm also hoping to come out with my resolve to write something back up. Some inspiration'd be nice, too, while we're imagining impossible things.

My current plan is to use tomorrow to catch up on some of what I've missed in the last almost-two-weeks, so hopefully I'm still feeling alive enough come morning. If not, then, well, too bad for me, I guess.