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It seems that my body has decided that while I'm recovering from the nasty sickness that now seems to have zotted [livejournal.com profile] azrhey I'm going to be somewhat narcoleptic. I collapsed around 6:00 pm last night while reading my Mathematica book, and woke up at 8:00 am this morning.

Other than that, I don't have much to report. I suppose I should get to work.

Hi there.

May. 28th, 2003 05:25 am
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I think I'm back now. Other than a slightly croaky quality to my voice, which I hope will pass in the next couple of days, I now feel fine. Of course, I managed to feel fine just in time to miss a critical deadline for the TorCon braintrust (of which I am a member). Since what I was supposed to do was sort of a sine qua non of the next step, they either found someone else to do the job I was supposed to (which is the outcome I would most desire), or I've personally delayed things by roughly two weeks. Urgh.

Maybe tomorrow I'll be brave enough to contact people and find out which it was.
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I should be feeling better now. I can almost talk understandably now, my sinuses have cleared up and my throat isn't sore. I'm not even coughing much any more. But. Today I started feeling dizzy and lightheaded. At first I thought it was just low blood sugar since I've also been having major hunger attacks all day, but then I had a major coughing fit which caused my head to ring and my arms and legs to go into spasms. They didn't last longer than about 10 seconds, but I decided spasms were bad, so I went to the nearby walk-in clinic.

The doctor's opinion is that yes, spasms are bad, but that they normally last longer than a few seconds when you're seriously ill, but then again you never know. He suggested I make an appointment with my regular doctor downtown, since she would have a better knowledge of my baseline stats and illness history. In the meantime he said, if they happen again, I should call 911. Great. Just Great.
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So, [livejournal.com profile] _sps_ has a theory in which Monkeys May Be Able To Teleport By Spontaneously Shooting Out Of Their Own Butts. (The MMBATTBSSOOTOB Theory).

I'm am now in a position to dispute this theory. Having spent the last week with my treacherous body attempting to spontaneously shoot itself out of various random orifices, I've come to the conclusion that should a monkey ever be so unlucky as to succeed at this form of travel, it would be psychologically incapable of repeating the feat, even upon pain of death.

On the brighter side, I actually felt slightly better today. My coughing fits are down to one every half-hour or so, rather than every 10 minutes, and my sinuses have stopped playing water works. Now if only my voice would come back, I would say I was on the mend.
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I am now, officially

Sick and Tired of being Sick and Tired!!!

I will now attempt to go to bed.
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... and I'm about to fall asleep. With luck I'll make it to bed first. I just wanted to say Hi! to [livejournal.com profile] azrhey and I'm glad she decided to join our little online gossip-swap community.
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Spent most of the day in bed, feeling awful. Actually had to tell [livejournal.com profile] enaira that I was too sick for [livejournal.com profile] taxlady and I to go see X2 this weekend. And I've been so looking forward to it.

Hmm. Never did hear from [livejournal.com profile] _sps_ about getting together today for supper, but I assume he read my earlier posts and concluded (correctly) that I was too sicky.

On the other hand, [livejournal.com profile] taxlady has been reminding me how wonderful a person she is by waiting on me hand and foot. She made sure I was comfy and she brought me pills and soda pop and hot soup and refills of soda pop, and more pills, and kissed me to make me feel better.

I still feel awful, but I feel LOVED and awful.


May. 16th, 2003 06:20 pm
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Spent all of last 'night' (nee morning) coughing continuously and spouting phlegm ) and now that I've woken up. I don't feel so good either. Maybe I'm not going to do anything today but lay in bed and read. If I can manage that.
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So, Linda ([livejournal.com profile] taxlady) and I have made speedy recoveries from our little sicknesses, and SPS is well enough that Linda just drove him home. He's still too sick to go to work tomorrow, but he probably will anyway.

I'm also sending him an invite code, so he just may start a journal here soon. The more that I tell people about my journal stuff here, the more I find are already keeping blogs. Funny that I never heard about it before. Anyway, I found out that an acquaintance of mine who is travelling across North America attending Science Fiction conventions as part of her Anthropology thesis work has started a blog to detail her adventures. It can be found here.

I've also got a friend who was maintaining a blog on www.deadjournal.com but I'm not sure I should provide a pointer, as she's not updated the thing in over a year. Maybe this will prod her into action <PROD>!!</PROD>

And finally, the mandatory rant: ARGGGGH MY HAIR!!!

I guess some explanation is in order. I think its fair to say that other than its wholesale desertion of my head in my late 20's, my hair and I have usually gotten along Ok. This is mainly because a) I am male, and so don't ask too much of it, and because b) I lucked out with a low maintenance variety.

My hair is long and straight and fine. It dries in about 10 minutes under poor circumstances and 5 under good. It always combs out easily and seldom tangles or knots. I do need to shampoo regularly or it turns to grease, but I blame my scalp for that.

Anyway, since I had my accident where I bruised a few ribs (which are still quite sore thanks for asking), I've had to sleep on my back, and my hair isn't used to that. Lately, every morning when I wake up my hair is a horrible tangle of knots that I have to spend several go-arounds of untangling and combing before its safe to shampoo, and then I need to carefully untangle and comb it again. Even so, its very frizzy for the first three hours or so after that before it gradually relaxes and becomes the kind of hair I'm used to dealing with.

Now, I know that those of you who've had to put up with that sort of thing since day one are not going to be feeling terribly sympathetic at this point, but it sure bugs the heck out of me!
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Its now Monday... afternoon I guess. I just woke up an hour ago, so I'm still pretty groggy. Not much going on, but I figured if I didn't write something in my journal, I would lose the habit.

Lets see, SPS came down with some sort of inner-ear virus on Thursday (while we were all at Mouse's house) and has had vertigo ever since. He came over to visit Saturday afternoon cause he was feeling better, and promptly felt bad again. So, he's been laying on his back, not moving, or sleeping for the last two days. Its not a problem, since my wife [livejournal.com profile] taxlady once had nursing aspirations* and doesn't seem to mind waiting on sick people. We also have a guest room where he's crashed before -- just not quite so hard.

So, he's just gotten up and he says he's feeling somewhat better, that is, about as bad as he did on Thursday. Meanwhile, of course, both me [livejournal.com profile] swestrup and Linda [livejournal.com profile] taxlady are starting to feel ill now. She's actually sick enough that she's thrown up once, while I've just got the sniffles. Here's hoping that neither of us progress to the vertiginous state that SPS just came through.

In other news, I went to a TorCon3 (61st World Science Fiction Convention) planning meeting, and Ketherian, was actually interested in borrowing Betty Boop, an old Black-and-White 386SX-based Comodore laptop that I've had sitting in a drawer for ages. It runs at 12.5 MHz, has only 4 Megs of ram, and a 60 Meg hard disk. Oh, and the battery is shot. Still, its almost as useful as it ever was, and if one only wants to type notes into a text editor, its fine for the job. So, I've been installing a bunch of old software on the machine to get it going again. Talk about a blast from the past.

* Linda took exception to that particular turn of phrase. It turns out she never aspired to be a nurse, but that she acted as a nursing assistant while in med school going for her MD. I figure she would have made it if the peer pressure of the times (mid 60's) hadn't been to "Tune In, Turn On, and Drop Out".

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