Body feels better than yesterday, head feels worse ( Read more... )

Wonderful Husband has been sick on-and-off (mostly on) since we got back. So has the Squiddle, though in his case it's mostly just a snotty nose.

This morning I woke up feeling like I'd been hit by a hammer. Two Advil and a lie-down later, it's not much better ( Read more... )

Have caught Squiddle's tummybug. Why do I always end up hot and sweating when I throw up? Fortunately my inlaws have, just this year, put stone tiling in three rooms of their house. Lying down on the cold, hard laundry room floor afterward felt wonderful....

ETA: Wonderful Husband has it too. Worse than I do. :(

Am home sick and voiceless. Woke up at half past midnight (after going to bed at half past nine; I was being good) and had to take painkillers for my throat. Woke up this morning at half past seven and had to take more. ;_; Not that I haven't been spending the last few days sounding like I've smoked a pack a day for the last twenty years (either ( Read more... )

The coughing is back. Not happy about this.

OTOH, I have proven that I, unlike the rest of my coworkers, am able to toast things without burning them. Ha, I say, and ha again!

*proceeds to die of the dedness*

One of the annoying things about this round of being sick is that I'm not sick enough to call in sick to work. I am, however, sick enough that writing is a bust, and that trying to wrangle a corset pattern is moot. At least I spent an hour and a bit cuddled in bed last night embroidering, and finished off another color in the cross-stitch project ( Read more... )

Good things about today:

1) I woke up.
2) People I care about woke up.
3) It was raining this morning.

Coughing has mutated into sore throat and general malaise. Has stopped raining but is still overcast, which means watching the lunar eclipse tonight is probably out. Can I have a do-over day?

Still have my lovely friendly cough sticking with me, but am well enough to go into work ( Read more... )

Well, there was a three-and-a-half-hour nap this afternoon, which was nearly as disturbed as my rest last night, and composed of a series of three nearly-linear dreams, the culmination of which was me (as my viewpoint character) becoming the new King of the Fae and going to war with the people who had driven my family from our homes ( Read more... )

Apparently I have interesting dreams when I am sick. The winner from last night was the one about discovering a gharial under the bed, where it had eaten my cat (only a puff of black and white fur left on the bedside carpet) and then proceeded to chew on my right hand. Eventually Wonderful Husband and I managed to subdue the thing, duct-tape its ( Read more... )