Recovery, Lost, and $$
Feeling better today. I'm still coughing, but no longer feel like someone is sitting on my chest all the time. I don't think my fever came back last night either, which is a good sign. Sneezing no longer makes me wince in pain. Some of my appetite is even coming back, I think. That's important. Even with as much as I was forcing myself to eat, I was barely getting 1000 calories a day this week. Which no doubt contributed to that weak feeling!
You know, I understand coughing - my body is trying to expel the bad stuff. I understand a fever - my body is trying to make itself less hospitable for the virus. But why no appetite? It doesn't want to give the virus fuel? Doesn't it need fuel to fight off the virus?
Poor Emperor. As predicted, he's contracted whatever I've got. Nice reward for caretaking, eh? He insists he'll kick it much faster than I, of course.
I've been watching Lost S3 during my incarceration. I've gotten through the first half of the season in the last three days. I like that I can tilt my laptop to be whatever angle my head is at on the pillow (although I wish I could drink while watching - that violates my ironclad "no liquids near the laptop" rule). Three more episodes and I'll be as far as I was when I stopped watching last season, so everything will be new to me. I'm quite looking forward to the finale I've heard so much about. Then I can shift to the couch in the living room, because S4 is waiting on my DVR for me.
Someone's coming by this afternoon to buy my cooler bag from Craigslist. There's another $5 for my New Life envelope, bringing the Craigslist total to $55. Little by little, that's the way (plus, the more they buy, the less I have to haul away myself). I got paid my T.A. stipend today and immediately calculated how much I could shift to savings for the Moving Fund. Less than I thought, since my biannual car insurance bill is due in March. Still, a respectable sum is slowly winging its way to ING.
You know, I understand coughing - my body is trying to expel the bad stuff. I understand a fever - my body is trying to make itself less hospitable for the virus. But why no appetite? It doesn't want to give the virus fuel? Doesn't it need fuel to fight off the virus?
Poor Emperor. As predicted, he's contracted whatever I've got. Nice reward for caretaking, eh? He insists he'll kick it much faster than I, of course.
I've been watching Lost S3 during my incarceration. I've gotten through the first half of the season in the last three days. I like that I can tilt my laptop to be whatever angle my head is at on the pillow (although I wish I could drink while watching - that violates my ironclad "no liquids near the laptop" rule). Three more episodes and I'll be as far as I was when I stopped watching last season, so everything will be new to me. I'm quite looking forward to the finale I've heard so much about. Then I can shift to the couch in the living room, because S4 is waiting on my DVR for me.
Someone's coming by this afternoon to buy my cooler bag from Craigslist. There's another $5 for my New Life envelope, bringing the Craigslist total to $55. Little by little, that's the way (plus, the more they buy, the less I have to haul away myself). I got paid my T.A. stipend today and immediately calculated how much I could shift to savings for the Moving Fund. Less than I thought, since my biannual car insurance bill is due in March. Still, a respectable sum is slowly winging its way to ING.