I think I’m sick.
Slept ridiculously long times over the last few days. Days off, luckily. Last night I think I slept from 5 till 9 or so. Then from 12:30 until 12:30. And now it’s only 8:30 and I feel like I should have been asleep an hour ago. And more than that, but the details become foggy.
May have a fever. I don’t bother to check. Head pressure, like sinus trouble, headache, bodyache, like being sick. No nasal trouble, no cough, thankfully. No bleeding from the eyes or ears, which is nice.
Sore eyes, though.
Anyway. Been a bit off the last few days. Not feeling well. Not just sad, but sick, which I think makes sad feel much worse than it is. Chatted online with Sara this weekend. That was a good thing.
Had my fortune read in tarot cards the other night – not my idea, someone else paid the guy, I mostly just watched – and it looks like almost nothing he said relates to what’s happenning with me. Though that may be my fault. Whatever. I’m just trying to live my life normally. The most interesting thing to come out of that was just as the guy finished dealing my cards said something like “I’ve never seen the Death card be so positive before.” But I haven’t died yet, and today was supposed to be the day. Oh well. If tarot cards are to be believed, something splendiferous is supposed to happen tomorrow, on par with winning the lottery or finding true love, that sort of thing. Not holding my breath, but certainly keeping my eyes open.
I’m tired. I think I’ll crawl into bed soon. Hopefully I’ll feel better when I get up in the morning, so I can go to work and have a lovely envelope-stuffing day.
Here’s a secret: There is a NaNoWriMo meeting at my local Starbucks tomorrow night from 6-9, but I don’t think I’ll go. Due to scheduling, I ride the bus home from work tomorrow night, and that seems to get me home around 8PM. If I left home again without eating, I could walk there perhaps by 8:30. If I ate first, perhaps 8:45 or 9. If I took the car, I could probably eat and get over there by 8:30. But I never get writing done at those things, people are usually beginning to leave by then, and there’s a good chance I’ll still be feeling awful. SO. I’ll keep it in mind and see how I feel when the time comes, but I do not now expect to be in attendance.
Or to the one in Tempe after Thanksgiving. And who knows what my dad’s schedule will be by the 29th, for the final write-in, downtown? So. yeah.
And that’s about on-par with my expectations for writing for the rest of the month. But we’ll see.
I wish you health, sir. Abundant health.
Should you feel up to joining us, I am offering to pick you up. Do not argue with me about distance, or any other excuse you can think of outside of your not feeling up to par. I do not offer my services without the willingness to follow through. Just call me on my cell phone if you decide to head our way, and if you need the number again, send me some sort of message, and I’ll ship it to you.
Stacy
I wish you health, sir. Abundant health.
Should you feel up to joining us, I am offering to pick you up. Do not argue with me about distance, or any other excuse you can think of outside of your not feeling up to par. I do not offer my services without the willingness to follow through. Just call me on my cell phone if you decide to head our way, and if you need the number again, send me some sort of message, and I’ll ship it to you.
Stacy
I don’t know. Things are pretty awful. Slept from around 9 until around 2:30AM. When I was waking at 2:30 it felt like it was much later … until I looked at the clock. Of course, I tried to get back to sleep, but trying to sleep when my body had decided that was not for it just made it seem earlier and earlier, the morning further and further away. I tossed and turned and ached and felt generally awful until 3, got a glass of water, and tried one more time to sleep. No go. So I checked my email and stuff and then took a long, slow, hot shower, which … well, I feel cleaner, if not better. Almost 4AM as I type this. Leave for work in three hours. Then work until twelve hours after that. Then bus home and … gosh, I hope I pass out as soon as I walk through the door. This is not going to be a fun day.
Parhaps in an hour when the store opens I’ll go buy some orange juice. That always seems to be good. Get me drinking some fluids that are good for me. After I post this I’m going to try sleeping again for a bit, see how that goes. I’m tired and sore and feel generally awful. Plus, and this is relatively new and I’m not sure I’ll describe it properly, but there’s this weird feeling all down my forearms and into my hands, a sort of tingling and tightness like some sort of nervous problem.
Not having any sinus pressure this morning, to speak of. And my eyes don’t feel like they’re about to burst. But I do have a normal amount of gastrointestinal distress – I say normal because it is normal for me to have a certain amount of gastrointestinal distress slash IBS – but it is still worth mentioning, in case, you know, I die later and they have to refer to this for information. Hah!
Again, the Death card was supposed to be for yesterday, not today. Today is supposed to be exceptionally good. Like, fatal car accident good.
Anyway, I’m getting a little lightheaded/dizzy, so I’m going to go have something to drink (cool clear water), perhaps a bite to eat (though I have NO appetite right now) and see about passing out for a couple of hours.
And Stacy, if I don’t feel like death warmed over, I’ll see about getting in touch with you.
I don’t know. Things are pretty awful. Slept from around 9 until around 2:30AM. When I was waking at 2:30 it felt like it was much later … until I looked at the clock. Of course, I tried to get back to sleep, but trying to sleep when my body had decided that was not for it just made it seem earlier and earlier, the morning further and further away. I tossed and turned and ached and felt generally awful until 3, got a glass of water, and tried one more time to sleep. No go. So I checked my email and stuff and then took a long, slow, hot shower, which … well, I feel cleaner, if not better. Almost 4AM as I type this. Leave for work in three hours. Then work until twelve hours after that. Then bus home and … gosh, I hope I pass out as soon as I walk through the door. This is not going to be a fun day.
Parhaps in an hour when the store opens I’ll go buy some orange juice. That always seems to be good. Get me drinking some fluids that are good for me. After I post this I’m going to try sleeping again for a bit, see how that goes. I’m tired and sore and feel generally awful. Plus, and this is relatively new and I’m not sure I’ll describe it properly, but there’s this weird feeling all down my forearms and into my hands, a sort of tingling and tightness like some sort of nervous problem.
Not having any sinus pressure this morning, to speak of. And my eyes don’t feel like they’re about to burst. But I do have a normal amount of gastrointestinal distress – I say normal because it is normal for me to have a certain amount of gastrointestinal distress slash IBS – but it is still worth mentioning, in case, you know, I die later and they have to refer to this for information. Hah!
Again, the Death card was supposed to be for yesterday, not today. Today is supposed to be exceptionally good. Like, fatal car accident good.
Anyway, I’m getting a little lightheaded/dizzy, so I’m going to go have something to drink (cool clear water), perhaps a bite to eat (though I have NO appetite right now) and see about passing out for a couple of hours.
And Stacy, if I don’t feel like death warmed over, I’ll see about getting in touch with you.
Okay, a couple of hours later, now. Did manage to sleep – I moved to my wonderful, comfortable couch of beautiful softness in the living room, and had quite a good couple of hours’ sleep. Heard my alarm going off across the house and ran to turn it off, and discovered that I didn’t feel quite bad at all – if I’d tried to run across the house at 3AM I would have been quite unhappy with the resulting sensations.
So. I’ll have to see which of what I’m feeling now is actual body ache and which is simply stiffness from sleeping on the couch. I usually only have a modicum of stiffness from the couch that fades before I finish breakfast. I don’t think I’ve slept on my couch in literally years – I remember now how nice it is. It makes me want to buy a new matress pad for my bed, and new sheets, as soft as my couch’s upholstery. Maybe a month or two, when I’ve caught up from paying for my laptop. Although actually I have to use my $50 Select Comfort Gift Certificate before the end of the year.
Anyway, head still not in pain, which is nice. Not overtly sleepy. Being all fresh from the shower and clean and soft is a happiness. Dad’s cooking french toast. It smells loverly. I shall eat some, now.
Okay, a couple of hours later, now. Did manage to sleep – I moved to my wonderful, comfortable couch of beautiful softness in the living room, and had quite a good couple of hours’ sleep. Heard my alarm going off across the house and ran to turn it off, and discovered that I didn’t feel quite bad at all – if I’d tried to run across the house at 3AM I would have been quite unhappy with the resulting sensations.
So. I’ll have to see which of what I’m feeling now is actual body ache and which is simply stiffness from sleeping on the couch. I usually only have a modicum of stiffness from the couch that fades before I finish breakfast. I don’t think I’ve slept on my couch in literally years – I remember now how nice it is. It makes me want to buy a new matress pad for my bed, and new sheets, as soft as my couch’s upholstery. Maybe a month or two, when I’ve caught up from paying for my laptop. Although actually I have to use my $50 Select Comfort Gift Certificate before the end of the year.
Anyway, head still not in pain, which is nice. Not overtly sleepy. Being all fresh from the shower and clean and soft is a happiness. Dad’s cooking french toast. It smells loverly. I shall eat some, now.