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Oct. 30th, 2015 01:09 pmOkay, I tried to go to sleep early. Ordered by the braintwin, I was trying to go to sleep early, and I sort of managed it... and then I woke up at 5.30 in the frikking AM with a coughing fit that wouldn't quit till 7. Finally got a nap around 7.30 for about an hour, and had mint chip ice cream for breakfast because I like mint chip and because fuck my life will this cough never fucking end. Yes, I'm going to capoeira tomorrow because I'm sick and tired of being at the mercy of my weakass body. Yes, I'm resting before that. And bundling up. Layers and tights and more layers and thank god for having a lot of very thin layers so I can still move.
I suppose the plus side here is, I did get the Celestarium shawl started and managed to make it off double points (ick!) and onto circs in less than 24 hours. It really is going very fast, the only trick I've found is to use enough stitch markers so that the endless stitches are broken up into manageable chunks, and then to remember or at least have the chart in front of you so you can tell which stitches have beads, k2togs, and yarnovers. And other than that it's pretty much all knitting. Something I can do even most likely when exhausted and phlegmy!
And then I went and made a bundle on Rav of that and the other two constellation shawls/cowls and called it My God Its Full Of Stars and now I need more patterns to populate it with. I'm very easily amused when sick.
I'm not sure if I am still sick or just tired. I'm feeling more tired than woozy, but I'm also feeling hot and flushed. Which still could be exhaustion, or could be a fever, and there isn't a thermometer at work. And argh. Everything is argh. I'm still determined to get a lot of sleep tonight and go to capoeira tomorrow, if only so they know I'm not dead. But I am so, so fed up with my body going "nope, not gonna do that, can't do that, what's oxygen, is it like phlegm? have a cranium full of phlegm instead, that's better than oxygen."
Ssoooo bleary right now. And the list of things I need to get done is building up and all I'm doing is knitting, which, really, thinking about that helps nothing. But I can't stop thinking about it. Maybe I can get some vague stuff done after a nap when I get home. Another nap. And maybe this weekend I can get stuff done even if all I do after capoeira is sit on the couch. It's mostly laptop stuff anyway. I can do this, right? I can totally do this. I got this. Really.
(Really I'm so, so tired and I'm so, so done with being sick and tired and I just want to be healthy again. I hate winter. I fucking hate winter, I am tiny pre-serum Steve. And I hate my tiny, pre-serum body sometimes.)
I suppose the plus side here is, I did get the Celestarium shawl started and managed to make it off double points (ick!) and onto circs in less than 24 hours. It really is going very fast, the only trick I've found is to use enough stitch markers so that the endless stitches are broken up into manageable chunks, and then to remember or at least have the chart in front of you so you can tell which stitches have beads, k2togs, and yarnovers. And other than that it's pretty much all knitting. Something I can do even most likely when exhausted and phlegmy!
And then I went and made a bundle on Rav of that and the other two constellation shawls/cowls and called it My God Its Full Of Stars and now I need more patterns to populate it with. I'm very easily amused when sick.
I'm not sure if I am still sick or just tired. I'm feeling more tired than woozy, but I'm also feeling hot and flushed. Which still could be exhaustion, or could be a fever, and there isn't a thermometer at work. And argh. Everything is argh. I'm still determined to get a lot of sleep tonight and go to capoeira tomorrow, if only so they know I'm not dead. But I am so, so fed up with my body going "nope, not gonna do that, can't do that, what's oxygen, is it like phlegm? have a cranium full of phlegm instead, that's better than oxygen."
Ssoooo bleary right now. And the list of things I need to get done is building up and all I'm doing is knitting, which, really, thinking about that helps nothing. But I can't stop thinking about it. Maybe I can get some vague stuff done after a nap when I get home. Another nap. And maybe this weekend I can get stuff done even if all I do after capoeira is sit on the couch. It's mostly laptop stuff anyway. I can do this, right? I can totally do this. I got this. Really.
(Really I'm so, so tired and I'm so, so done with being sick and tired and I just want to be healthy again. I hate winter. I fucking hate winter, I am tiny pre-serum Steve. And I hate my tiny, pre-serum body sometimes.)