The good news is I managed to sleep for eight hours (if you don't count getting up once to use the bathroom). The bad news is it was between 11am and 7pm.
If you'd told me I'd be bored out out my mind while off work for a week, I'd have called you crazy. But I still can't concentrate enough to read, and being house-bound when you can't lift anything or clean or drive anywhere is very cabin-fever inducing.
I've been reading blogs, but, unfortunately, the technology of blog ads has outpaced the capability of my computer to deal with it and about the only web site that doesn't lock up my browser is the PuppyBlender's. Forget about following most of the stuff he links, though. CTRL ALT DEL, baby!
I think I'm caught up on about half of every story in the blogosphere. I've started to just make up the rest on my own.
When all else fails, there's Neopets....
I feel yucky.
Number of books I read from 2/20 to 2/26 : 7
Number of books I've read since 2/27 : 0
I hate being sick. I'm off work and I can't even enjoy it....
So, I worked last Thursday so that my Assistant could go to a concert, and she took my Monday in exchange. This meant that for the first time since we started 50¢ day I would have two days off in a row.
The Cosmos, of course, was laughing up its sleeve, as I woke up Monday feeling a little achy, and by the time Monday evening rolled around I had a cough, alternating chills and sweats, my body seemed to be attempting to move itself in a heavy-gravity environment, my brain made mush look like a complex thinker, and there seemed to be this little guy wearing a sharp helmet, pointy-toes boots, and carrying a pitch fork who was zipping around inside my skin stabbing joints and muscles and organs with sadistic glee.
At some point in the last 24 hours, the mush figured out that Tylenol works on pain, and it directed the body though the heavy-gravity atmosphere to find the analgesic and some water. Miracle of Miracles! Not only did most of the aches subside, but so did the chills and the gravity, and the not-quite-so-mushy-anymore deduced....you have a fever!
Consultation with a primitive medical tool called a thermometer indicated a temperature of 99.5° while taking Tylenol, which seems to indicate that the fever hypothesis was correct.
Gravity still seems about twice normal, so I'm thinking about calling my doctor.
UPDATE: Doctor's office says it is the flu that is going around, to get lots of rest and expect to be sick for 5 to 7 days. Lovely.
I had a couple of questions for my boss yesterday, and after he answered them he told me to go home as soon as my Assistant came in--yay! I had Nyquil in me and was in bed by 7pm. (Unfortunately, Nyquil is not the name of a buff Brazilian pool boy, darn the luck!) My head is still clogged, but I'm less achy and my throat's not as sore. That's a good thing, since I've got a group coming to the theater at 9am this morning, and today's Halloween Costume day at work.
I'm still sick, and I can't sleep anymore. How can a stupid cold make a person feel so darned miserable? My work week starts today, of course. And I'm not really sick enough to "call in"--especially since I would have to call in to myself, and I require a doctor's note for an excused absence. I suppose I could fake myself a note, but then I would know it was fake and I would have to call myself on it.
This is a no-win situation, isn't it?
I've got some kind of viral thing, I guess, making me feel yucky. I made my assistant take over from me on Wednesday and left early. I've slept about a gazillion hours since then, but haven't kicked it yet, and I need to go in early today to do inventory. Yesterday, the paychecks didn't come in the mail. If they come today, I'll have been at work two hours already (since my mail comes around 4pm) and then I'll have to leave work and go home to see if they came. If they haven't, then I'm going to have to call corporate--but by then, they'll have all gone home already. Plus, my other assistant manager called me last night to tell me that my best employee gave his two weeks. I need to talk to him to see what's up. If he's found a better-paying job, or if he's just sick of dealing with the daily stupidity of customers saying "Give me a large," but acting like he's the idiot when he asks them if they want a large popcorn or a large soda, I'll accept his decision. But if there's something at work that I can change in order to keep him (more hours? less hours? permission to smack whiny teenage co-workers?) I want to know it. So I still have to wait a few hours before I can do anything about the stuff that's bothering me. I think I'll go back to bed....
Well, I got antibiotics from my doctor and have been lazing about for the last day-and-a-half, trying to recover a bit of energy before 50¢ Day is upon me tomorrow. Judging by this past weekend (we had over 2000 customers Friday through Sunday) it's going to be hopping. I still have a sore throat and cough, but gravity isn't doing as much of a number on me today as it was yesterday--I thought I was going to melt into the floor a couple of times, my body seemed so oppressed by Sir Isaac's discovery. I suspect I really need another day or two off, but that ain't gonna happen.
I should probably sneak into my class now to see if I've missed anything important....
I have a doctor's appt. this morning, so I hope she can prescribe something that will make me feel better--even if this is a virus and not an infection there has to be something to alleviate the symptoms. (I am an optimist). My boss suggested drinking an entire bottle of Jim Beam on the basis that that much alcohol will kill anything. I'm just afraid it would kill me, too.
On the other hand, I couldn't really feel any worse....
It started as a tickle--an annoying, persistant tickle in the back of my throat that caused a cough. Next came sneezing. Except for the surprise factor, the sneezing wasn't so bad. But follwing that was the never-ending deluge of nasal drippage. How can one small nose produce liquid at the rate of a gallon a minute? I can give the theater's leaking roof a run for its money in the speed and volume department.
I know this is all my body's defense against virii, but I also know what comes next, and I'm really not looking forward to the switch from "drain" to "clog." My voice sounds funny already....
UPDATE: I'm looking for volunteers to spread Vicks on my chest....
Well, I took a page out of John Kerry's book and I felt worse before I felt better. That means I went back to bed for a few hours, and then went into work to close. I still feel pretty yucky though, despite the magical properties of chicken soup. Probably because there's no hot chocolate.....
It's official--I'm sick. I'm just not sure if I'm sick enough to not go into work. Am I going to feel worse as the day goes on, or better? Stay tuned.
Well, since I don't have anything interesting to say today, except that I'm getting sick (which was only a matter of time once school started back) I went looking for a quiz to post....
This one was no surprise....
And in honor of Pixy Misa, the world's best landlord:
You're An Intellectual!
You can always be found reading or on the computer.
People always come to you when they need
information. You don't really care about love
at this point, your only goal is to improve
your mind. After all, knowledge is power!
What Type Of Anime Character Are You?
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I can't sleep. I doze for a little, then wake up coughing. Sassafrassenrassen....If I were the kind of person who swore, you would be getting some pretty colorful language right now. I feel a little better intermittantly, thank goodness. But I need to feel a lot better by 6pm tomorrow. I mean, tonight.
It's New Year's Eve! Time flies when you're sick...
I made myself a cup of vanilla de-caf, and pulled out the piece of my sister-in-law's birthday cake I saved from Christmas, and I'm going to see if I can get a sugar rush followed by a sugar crash... [yes, my poor sister-in-law has a Christmas birthday...I always try to get her two presents, and wrap one in balloons-type birthday paper.]
Which reminds me that my birthday is in a few weeks...I take petty pleasure in the fact that my sister-in-law is older than I while my brother is much younger....
The frosting on this cake is too sweet. It makes my coffee taste funny. Or maybe it's the cold.
Did I mention that my DVD player was broken? The repair place called with an estimate today--$211. WTF?????? I can buy a new one for a third of that!
I still haven't gotten into the template to add the stuff I was going to. Sorry, CD--you may have to wait until next year.... Of course, I'll still be doing better than that grouch Bill C.--did you know he still has Tiger's OLD url on his blogroll?
I think the worst part about being sick is I'm home, I have 10 books to read, and I can't concentrate...
*Thanks to Mookie for the word babbling--my brain was stuck
I actually managed to sleep for six straight hours in a row last night! I must be getting better....I don't feel any better, but I think I am up to 12 functioning brain cells now, so there must be some improvement (although that could be the coffee talking...). I am going to have to bundle up and make a run to the drugstore (this is a euphemism for crawl out to my car and drive there) for more cough medicine, tissues, decongestants and hand sanitizer. If the do-it-yourself-home-euthanasia kit is cheaper, I may opt for that instead....
Both the Ass. Man. and my head cashier offered to cover for me today and I think I may have to take them up on it even if my paycheck gets docked.
My Ass. Man. is generously pulling a 12 today so I can wallow in my misery at home. I would "yay" but I don't have that much energy. I'm only out of bed to have a nice hot cup of tea to try and loosen things up, but since just listening to the kitty crunch his kibble while I sip is is not enough of a distraction, I decided to inflict my presence on my Gentle Readers...
While wandering the ecosphere in a delirium earlier I note that the Bestofme Symphony is up, and Jennifer is requesting questions for Jeff of bigstick.us, Dana of Note-it-Posts and His Graciousness Pixy Misa, Lord of Munuvia, Keeper of the Templates, and author of Ambient Irony. She needs the questions by tomorrow, so stop procastinating!