The only good thing about weather like this is going inside and having something hot to drink ( Read more... )

At home, on the couch, quite sick and slightly out of it. I didn't go to Seattle; I stayed home and went off my meds instead. So now... I'm not feeling good at all, but I don't feel bad at all, either, as long as I don't talk, swallow, cough, move around too fast, or wear less than two layers of clothing ( Read more... )

As in, not well. As in, I tried to do too much today and now I'm sorry (but I'm not sorry; at least I tried, and I got a whole bunch done, even if it was only a small proportion of all the things that need doing, and that I hoped I could accomplish today). It wasn't such a bad day - brunch, bought shoes, returned library book, walked two miles, got ( Read more... )

Taking a wee break from puking furiously. Finally the stomach distress that felled poor Shawna for three days seems to have manifested in me, or else my stomach's just failing miserably. Fever 'n' chills, splitting headache - a smorgasbord! I am caught a little off guard; I haven't been barfy in simply ages, and it's usually not like this. I'll try ( Read more... )