my ills
I'm rather grumpy today as I am ill; I caught whatever bug the M.O.M. has and now am running a fever and breathing through cracked, parched lips. Ugh. I'm hoping the DayQuil kicks in soon. I spent yesterday afternoon and evening in bed, pretty much. I started with a dreadful headache after lunch and couldn't shake it. Whine, whine, whine.
Today is my final in History of Modern Science. For some reason, I just can't get excited about it. I haven't studied at all, yet I am not panicking. I guess I can blame that on my ills.
Also, I think Olivia is ill in the head. Sometimes she loves me and comes and curls up with me or asks to be petted. Other times she flees from my general direction. I don't know what her deal is. At least she isn't physically ill anymore. The prednisone is definitely working.
I think I'm going to try knitting for a bit while I try to survive my illness.
Hey, at least it's not the flu! (Yes, that would be the class book I decided not to read. Killer.)
Today is my final in History of Modern Science. For some reason, I just can't get excited about it. I haven't studied at all, yet I am not panicking. I guess I can blame that on my ills.
Also, I think Olivia is ill in the head. Sometimes she loves me and comes and curls up with me or asks to be petted. Other times she flees from my general direction. I don't know what her deal is. At least she isn't physically ill anymore. The prednisone is definitely working.
I think I'm going to try knitting for a bit while I try to survive my illness.
Hey, at least it's not the flu! (Yes, that would be the class book I decided not to read. Killer.)