it's late, and i'm awake. nothing new there.
So I really do have strep.
Which I find kind of funny, because in my day I've had plenty of colds, infections, unspecified viruses, and other nasties, but this is the first time I've ever been diagnosed and treated for the dread strep throat. I feel so very grade-skool.
Present symptoms are mainly limited to hellacious persistent headache of DOOM, which mocks my attempts to combat it pharmaceutically with riffs of "U can't touch this", and occasional profound chills. I was bundled up in a fleece hoodie and stretch pants, under 2 coverlets and a fleece blanket, feeling quite frozen, for a good part of this evening. Then I woke up and had ... ice cream. Go figure.
Intermittent annoyances include owie ear, dry-scratchy-sore throat (not to be confused with the monstrous swollen ache earlier this week), and an odd olfactory misfiring. Everything smells like peanut butter, which is not nearly as wonderful as
horvendile might at first think. Oh, yeah, and then there are the sick-stupids, which leave me feeling incapable of doing much more than loading a dishwasher, and the sick-emotionals, which had me crying this morning over the euthanizing of an elderly cat I didn't know.
I've spent much of the week peripherally involved in a rescue project on Catster. It's a good thing to work on between naps. I've been sort of an electronic Girl Friday for one of the main rescuers, relaying messages to help rehome 3 orphaned pets. (Their deceased owner had no local friends or any family at all able to take them in, which has led to a vigorous side discussion of adding pets to one's estate plans.) There have been a few stumbling blocks, but 2 can be counted as "rescued" and in the process of being rehomed, while the third, a semi-feral skittish cat, unfortunately has not yet been located. But traps are set, trappers are paid, vet care has been arranged, funds for transporting the animals have been raised, and I feel like a do-gooder. It's been a good thing to work on in a week when I've only left the house to go to doctor's offices. (Initially I had volunteered to be one of the transporters for the cats, but it looks like they're not passing through my neck of the woods, so no road-tripping with 2 caterwauling felines for me.)
I also took my mother to the doctor's today for a general health assessment.
Conspicuously, I have not made any dent in either paperwork or booklist-keeping, because all that would require a daunting level of thought. Maybe tomorrow I'll have more of my brain back. Or maybe I'll spend another day trying to chase down my scattered thoughts, and trying to muster energy to follow through on just one or two non-computerized tasks.
Which I find kind of funny, because in my day I've had plenty of colds, infections, unspecified viruses, and other nasties, but this is the first time I've ever been diagnosed and treated for the dread strep throat. I feel so very grade-skool.
Present symptoms are mainly limited to hellacious persistent headache of DOOM, which mocks my attempts to combat it pharmaceutically with riffs of "U can't touch this", and occasional profound chills. I was bundled up in a fleece hoodie and stretch pants, under 2 coverlets and a fleece blanket, feeling quite frozen, for a good part of this evening. Then I woke up and had ... ice cream. Go figure.
Intermittent annoyances include owie ear, dry-scratchy-sore throat (not to be confused with the monstrous swollen ache earlier this week), and an odd olfactory misfiring. Everything smells like peanut butter, which is not nearly as wonderful as
horvendile might at first think. Oh, yeah, and then there are the sick-stupids, which leave me feeling incapable of doing much more than loading a dishwasher, and the sick-emotionals, which had me crying this morning over the euthanizing of an elderly cat I didn't know.
I've spent much of the week peripherally involved in a rescue project on Catster. It's a good thing to work on between naps. I've been sort of an electronic Girl Friday for one of the main rescuers, relaying messages to help rehome 3 orphaned pets. (Their deceased owner had no local friends or any family at all able to take them in, which has led to a vigorous side discussion of adding pets to one's estate plans.) There have been a few stumbling blocks, but 2 can be counted as "rescued" and in the process of being rehomed, while the third, a semi-feral skittish cat, unfortunately has not yet been located. But traps are set, trappers are paid, vet care has been arranged, funds for transporting the animals have been raised, and I feel like a do-gooder. It's been a good thing to work on in a week when I've only left the house to go to doctor's offices. (Initially I had volunteered to be one of the transporters for the cats, but it looks like they're not passing through my neck of the woods, so no road-tripping with 2 caterwauling felines for me.)
I also took my mother to the doctor's today for a general health assessment.
Conspicuously, I have not made any dent in either paperwork or booklist-keeping, because all that would require a daunting level of thought. Maybe tomorrow I'll have more of my brain back. Or maybe I'll spend another day trying to chase down my scattered thoughts, and trying to muster energy to follow through on just one or two non-computerized tasks.