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Nov. 16th, 2015 11:02 amUgh I'm pretty sure the boyfiend gave me his persistent death plague. I've been sniffling and stuffy for at least the last couple of ... well, maybe just the last day. I'm hoping I don't get it nearly as bad as he does, but aarrgh I JUST got done being sick goddammit. I do not need another day of being sick. On the other hand work should in theory be less heavy lifting stress, given the lack of shows to pack and prepare for. I hope. I did a fair bit of cleaning yesterday, and I was going to do some during the week but I think I will opt instead for curling up on the couch and doing knitting writing, and nothing that involves much physical activity on account of no.
Ended up taking a nap on the couch instead of exercising. This is off to a good start. At least this time I'm remembering to take my damn inhaler. Two puffs when I got in to work, probably another couple in another forty five or so, so, every two hours? I feel like this is a bit much for an emergency/rescue inhaler, but on the other hand being sick = exigent circumstances? Or rather, nothing has changed in my healthy, normal use of my inhaler, which is to say I only use it after a very vigorous workout and not at all in day to day life, and right now I'm sick, therefore neither healthy nor my personal normal.
I am, however, falling asleep at my desk at work. This is not conducive to getting shit done, and there is a fair amount to get done. Ugh. (Not just day jobligations, mostly writing stuff too. There's one major thing to plow through at work but it involves very little moving and a whole lot of staring at packing lists hoping nobody's fucked things up this time.)
Did not get anything written in Long Road over the weekend, for which I blame the crud and everything else, but at least the everything else was studying and blogging and other productive things. I'll accept that trade-off. And I managed to make the jump from shit I know what's going on to other shit I know what's going on where there were several hundred years between it. I did not, however, anticipate a need to know this much about Catholic history. History of Catholic belief? I feel a research binge coming on.
At any rate. Struggling through the day, then quite possibly passing out for a nap as soon as I get home because ugh everything. Maybe this, too, will pass if I get a hell of a lot of sleep and some drugs tonight. I am so, so sick of being sick and exposed to germs and getting sick again and. I cannot even tell you.
Ended up taking a nap on the couch instead of exercising. This is off to a good start. At least this time I'm remembering to take my damn inhaler. Two puffs when I got in to work, probably another couple in another forty five or so, so, every two hours? I feel like this is a bit much for an emergency/rescue inhaler, but on the other hand being sick = exigent circumstances? Or rather, nothing has changed in my healthy, normal use of my inhaler, which is to say I only use it after a very vigorous workout and not at all in day to day life, and right now I'm sick, therefore neither healthy nor my personal normal.
I am, however, falling asleep at my desk at work. This is not conducive to getting shit done, and there is a fair amount to get done. Ugh. (Not just day jobligations, mostly writing stuff too. There's one major thing to plow through at work but it involves very little moving and a whole lot of staring at packing lists hoping nobody's fucked things up this time.)
Did not get anything written in Long Road over the weekend, for which I blame the crud and everything else, but at least the everything else was studying and blogging and other productive things. I'll accept that trade-off. And I managed to make the jump from shit I know what's going on to other shit I know what's going on where there were several hundred years between it. I did not, however, anticipate a need to know this much about Catholic history. History of Catholic belief? I feel a research binge coming on.
At any rate. Struggling through the day, then quite possibly passing out for a nap as soon as I get home because ugh everything. Maybe this, too, will pass if I get a hell of a lot of sleep and some drugs tonight. I am so, so sick of being sick and exposed to germs and getting sick again and. I cannot even tell you.