Goddammit
A little over two weeks in, and I'm STILL having a low-grade fever, snot and coughing. FUCKING LEAVE CRUD.
The second-worst part is the tiredness. I'm so exhausted that a normal trip to the grocery store wipes me out for half a day. The worst part is the lack of brane. Dammit, I've got a housing inspection in three days and the place is an utter pit (an utter pit buried in used tissues), and I've got stories I want to write and pictures I want to draw but whenever I sit down to do something it's like my neurons are wading through solid treacle.
The third worst part, of course, is the worrying that this will never leave me and I will be stricken with crud forever and ever and ever, never to remember a far-away blessed time when every last atom of my energy wasn't actually draining out my body through my nose.
Oh, and just to add to the fun? Fucking thing tried to move into my inner ear this morning and set the vertigo / Meniere's / whatever the hell it is...dizzy-as-fuckedness off for about half the day. There's eight hours of my life I'll never get back; thanks a fucking lot.
Q