Cough, Sleep, Read, Hex
I'm still ill.
Went to the doctor and was diagnosed with a respiratory infection, so I've been taking antibiotics, NASTY prescription cough syrup, Mucinex, and lots of orange juice (mostly mixed with pomegranate juice which is quite tasty.) Haven't been able to do much other than doze, although I think I got over 2 hours of sleep last night, for the first time since last Friday.
I feel terrible about the fact that it's an amazingly busy work week for everyone in my company, and I've been completely useless and unable to function. I was supposed to go to Boston this morning, but I was able to hand off some of my duties there and postpone going until Friday afternoon - I'm still supposed to run a program that ends on Monday, and get home late Monday night. Not looking forward to flying tomorrow unless my body makes a big recovery over night. Considering all I've been able to eat since Saturday is a few slices of toast and a cup or two of soup, not sure how fast this recovery is going to go.
Dammit, I'm too busy to be sick. But I'm too sick to be busy.
So I've been staying in bed and alternately dozing (not really sleeping), reading, and - because I'm still in obsess mode - rewatching the Cassie/Azazeal scenes in Hex. (Yes, I know, pathetic. But they cheer me.)
The book I'm reading is quite interesting, although it took me a few chapters to get into it - it's written from the perspective of Mr. March, the father of the "Little Women" in the Louisa May Alcott book. It's been years since I read "Little Women", but I vaguely recall the father being off in the civil war. This book chronicles his work with the Underground Railroad, becoming a Unitarian minister, and being a chaplain for Union forces. Quite interesting, actually, and beautifully written. The eloquence almost makes me sad, for the general loss of that ability by most of the English speaking world. There's an inherent civility in the complex phrasing and deeply thought-out language that just suggests a better way of thinking about life.
Must pack. Which means getting out of bed. Telekinesis would be awfully handy right now. Raise your hand if you want to sit next to me on the plane tomorrow! :-)
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Went to the doctor and was diagnosed with a respiratory infection, so I've been taking antibiotics, NASTY prescription cough syrup, Mucinex, and lots of orange juice (mostly mixed with pomegranate juice which is quite tasty.) Haven't been able to do much other than doze, although I think I got over 2 hours of sleep last night, for the first time since last Friday.
I feel terrible about the fact that it's an amazingly busy work week for everyone in my company, and I've been completely useless and unable to function. I was supposed to go to Boston this morning, but I was able to hand off some of my duties there and postpone going until Friday afternoon - I'm still supposed to run a program that ends on Monday, and get home late Monday night. Not looking forward to flying tomorrow unless my body makes a big recovery over night. Considering all I've been able to eat since Saturday is a few slices of toast and a cup or two of soup, not sure how fast this recovery is going to go.
Dammit, I'm too busy to be sick. But I'm too sick to be busy.
So I've been staying in bed and alternately dozing (not really sleeping), reading, and - because I'm still in obsess mode - rewatching the Cassie/Azazeal scenes in Hex. (Yes, I know, pathetic. But they cheer me.)
The book I'm reading is quite interesting, although it took me a few chapters to get into it - it's written from the perspective of Mr. March, the father of the "Little Women" in the Louisa May Alcott book. It's been years since I read "Little Women", but I vaguely recall the father being off in the civil war. This book chronicles his work with the Underground Railroad, becoming a Unitarian minister, and being a chaplain for Union forces. Quite interesting, actually, and beautifully written. The eloquence almost makes me sad, for the general loss of that ability by most of the English speaking world. There's an inherent civility in the complex phrasing and deeply thought-out language that just suggests a better way of thinking about life.
Must pack. Which means getting out of bed. Telekinesis would be awfully handy right now. Raise your hand if you want to sit next to me on the plane tomorrow! :-)
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