illllll
I dunno.
It tends to bother me when I get sick because I'm generally cocky about my immune system. It's true. My bottle of malaria medication is around three quarters of the way full, if that. I'm getting over something just now, though.
I don't know what it is, so I'll call it a cold. It started out with five or six sneezes becoming a part of my day. I never notice when I'm fatigued; I've just rarely if ever been good at realizing that I have far less energy than I should have because usually, I always feel that I should be sleeping because sleeping is, indeed, my favourite thing ever (tied with sex).
Then I realized that my left nostril was completely on vacation. That started sometime on thursday night. I noticed it while Lech and I were discussing Lech-and-I things in the parking lot after dinner. By the time Bill got to me on Friday, I was congested and needed tissues (for right nostril), I felt disconnected and couldn't pronounce anything with the letter N in it. I started taking echinacea and insisted that he did as well. Saturday came and I had long forgotten what it felt like to use ol' lefty. Then last night, I had regained my ability to breath through both nostrils, but lost a mentionable amount of hearing.
This morning, after stalking Dr. Hagen to make sure that I was going to graduate with a degree that said "Forensic" on it and not just "Psychology" went for a walk around Lake Fred. I really enjoy that. It was quiet. The leaves were falling in a way that screamed forced-meaningfulness-in-scene-in-an-anime. I became better acquainted with the degree to which I was auditorially handicapped (it's mostly my left ear).
I got to thinking, what the fucks up the left side of my body?? Srsly, goiz.
Was it that I was writing more or less frequently with my left hand? Perhaps. Perhaps.
When I'm sick, the silver lining is that I always have very vivid dreams. They're strong not only in that I can recall them in more detail post-unconsciousness, but that I react to them physically. Bill woke me up yesterday because I was struggling and speaking in my sleep, with much force in my voice.
I had a dream I was pregnant last night. It was so realistic I couldn't handle it.
Unfortunately, now, I cant write about it. Upon satiating my latest graduation-related panic attack, I see that I must now see Dr. Hagen for a new[ish] issue. Yaaaaay.
It tends to bother me when I get sick because I'm generally cocky about my immune system. It's true. My bottle of malaria medication is around three quarters of the way full, if that. I'm getting over something just now, though.
I don't know what it is, so I'll call it a cold. It started out with five or six sneezes becoming a part of my day. I never notice when I'm fatigued; I've just rarely if ever been good at realizing that I have far less energy than I should have because usually, I always feel that I should be sleeping because sleeping is, indeed, my favourite thing ever (tied with sex).
Then I realized that my left nostril was completely on vacation. That started sometime on thursday night. I noticed it while Lech and I were discussing Lech-and-I things in the parking lot after dinner. By the time Bill got to me on Friday, I was congested and needed tissues (for right nostril), I felt disconnected and couldn't pronounce anything with the letter N in it. I started taking echinacea and insisted that he did as well. Saturday came and I had long forgotten what it felt like to use ol' lefty. Then last night, I had regained my ability to breath through both nostrils, but lost a mentionable amount of hearing.
This morning, after stalking Dr. Hagen to make sure that I was going to graduate with a degree that said "Forensic" on it and not just "Psychology" went for a walk around Lake Fred. I really enjoy that. It was quiet. The leaves were falling in a way that screamed forced-meaningfulness-in-scene-in-an-anime. I became better acquainted with the degree to which I was auditorially handicapped (it's mostly my left ear).
I got to thinking, what the fucks up the left side of my body?? Srsly, goiz.
Was it that I was writing more or less frequently with my left hand? Perhaps. Perhaps.
When I'm sick, the silver lining is that I always have very vivid dreams. They're strong not only in that I can recall them in more detail post-unconsciousness, but that I react to them physically. Bill woke me up yesterday because I was struggling and speaking in my sleep, with much force in my voice.
I had a dream I was pregnant last night. It was so realistic I couldn't handle it.
Unfortunately, now, I cant write about it. Upon satiating my latest graduation-related panic attack, I see that I must now see Dr. Hagen for a new[ish] issue. Yaaaaay.