Sunday, September 19, 2010

In Which I Find Myself Surrounded By Tissues

This photo has nothing to do with this post.  I didn't take it, Christy did, from an airplane somewhere over Southeast Asia.  But I have had a miserable weekend, and it gives me a momentary glimpse of escape, so I'm clinging to it.

I am a terrible sick person.  I try to put on a brave face, but that only lasts about the first five minutes, after which I am about as grouchy and pathetic as a person can be.  On Friday, it was a sore throat.  By Saturday, my throat felt so swollen I could hardly swallow and I could no longer breathe through my nose.  I curled up on the couch and attempted to shield my roommates from the miserable mood I knew would shortly descend.  Fortunately for them, they had better things to do than sit around and pity me, and I spent most of the day alone, reading, watching movies, and napping.

I went outside to doze in the grass, but a short time later I abruptly realized that I was on my way up one of the trees in our yard with no real memory of having gotten myself there. Fortunately I hadn't made it very far up; coming down from where I was was graceless and painful enough.  I retreated into the house, and safety.  That was the first slip into delirium I can recall.  The second was when I realized I was having a conversation with my DVD rack.  I was doing most of the talking.  Unsurprisingly, my DVD rack is not a terribly good conversationalist.

My night was peppered with fever-dreams of Greek gods and tidal waves (I've been reading this series), which were odd and vivid, even for me.  Today, which would have been wonderful enough as it was, a small headache developed behind my left eye (they always start behind the left eye) which by early afternoon was a full-blown migraine.  Added to this was Vista (who's suffering from an ear infection), who was so bored of my misery she was vocally complaining.  As of now, the migraine has gone back from whence it came, and I only feel a little like I was beaten with a wiffle bat.  Could be worse.

I hear this wretched thing is going around, and I have only one piece of advice for any future sufferers: stay away from trees.


  1. Sweetheart! I'm so sorry that you are so sick.

    I hope you feel better very soon, and in the meantime, please continue to send me any and all grumpy text messages you want to. Comes with best buds status.

    Love you and miss you loads.

  2. Get well soon, sunshine. Do stay away from trees!

  3. Thanks, ladies. I wish you were here to entertain Vista, Laur! And I shake my Angkor Wat snowglobe for luck constantly, Chris.