Saturday, March 22, 2008
and so on
Not much to tell. Sickitude mostly gone. Finally had energy to cook again today. Life (and grading) continue.
Thursday, March 20, 2008
Fainting, The Headache, and Sandwiches
I saw a girl faint on the bus the other day. And me without my smelling salts.
It was interesting. She fell on the girl next to me.
So. Chest congestion continues, making it hard to fall asleep. Sleeping very weird hours now. I've also had one of my bad headaches for 3 days. The sore throat is on and off, still taking codeine for that. The headache might be a rebound headache from the codeine, since I had previously cut down on the stuff.
When I do manage to fall asleep, I can sleep fairly long. And I'm still having all these weird dreams, which I've been having since taking these headache pills which put me in REM all the time. Last night I dreamt a war had started up involving Jordan and Israel, and I was icing a really gigantic cookie I had made. The night before I dreamt that (a) Lisa Sanchez was still the district manager at my work, and she gave me a Below Average on my eval, even though I'm not a manager; and (b) that my stats prof was working at a sandwich shop in a mall. Must be cause he was eating a huge sandwich when I spoke to him the other day. But I have no idea what Lisa Sanchez--who was our hated DM years ago--was doing in my dreamland.
It was interesting. She fell on the girl next to me.
So. Chest congestion continues, making it hard to fall asleep. Sleeping very weird hours now. I've also had one of my bad headaches for 3 days. The sore throat is on and off, still taking codeine for that. The headache might be a rebound headache from the codeine, since I had previously cut down on the stuff.
When I do manage to fall asleep, I can sleep fairly long. And I'm still having all these weird dreams, which I've been having since taking these headache pills which put me in REM all the time. Last night I dreamt a war had started up involving Jordan and Israel, and I was icing a really gigantic cookie I had made. The night before I dreamt that (a) Lisa Sanchez was still the district manager at my work, and she gave me a Below Average on my eval, even though I'm not a manager; and (b) that my stats prof was working at a sandwich shop in a mall. Must be cause he was eating a huge sandwich when I spoke to him the other day. But I have no idea what Lisa Sanchez--who was our hated DM years ago--was doing in my dreamland.
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
Diary of a Sickatude
Still have the chest congestion. Seemed like the sore throat had receded, but now it's back and I'm back on the codeine and bran muffins. My eyes also seemed to be infected for a few days. The one that started it appears to have healed; the other is healing. Stupid plague.
Monday, March 17, 2008
1 month to go...
Reassuring meeting with Stats Guru today.
Still have the plague, but managing.
Gotta turn from my MA paper this week, and focus on grading for awhile.
La-la!
Still have the plague, but managing.
Gotta turn from my MA paper this week, and focus on grading for awhile.
La-la!
Sunday, March 16, 2008
Friday, March 14, 2008
coldy all the way
My sickitude is reaching new heights! I'm full on coughy phlegmy sneezy nose-blowy gross to be around.
But I've decided I've got to stop complaining about my throat infection and school. Well school, really--I hate it more than the throat infection.
Earlier this week I saw Bill Cosby talking about how hard Af-Americans fought for good education in the civil rights movement, and I tried to use that to make me stop complaining about school. But it didn't work.
However, I've had a new kick in the ass. Gilby and his wife have a "couple friend," and last night the wife died. She's my age, and from what they know it was totally sudden. One day she's updating facebook, the next day she's gone. She and her husband had just bought a home, adopted a baby, and were making plans with Gilby and L. to go on vacation together. She had a degenerative disease, but obviously wasn't ill enough that anyone thought she'd pass away.
That's crazy. So my new standard for A Good Day is gonna have to be: My husband didn't die in his sleep last night. I can't begin to imagine how devastated this poor guy is, and is going to be.
:-(
But I've decided I've got to stop complaining about my throat infection and school. Well school, really--I hate it more than the throat infection.
Earlier this week I saw Bill Cosby talking about how hard Af-Americans fought for good education in the civil rights movement, and I tried to use that to make me stop complaining about school. But it didn't work.
However, I've had a new kick in the ass. Gilby and his wife have a "couple friend," and last night the wife died. She's my age, and from what they know it was totally sudden. One day she's updating facebook, the next day she's gone. She and her husband had just bought a home, adopted a baby, and were making plans with Gilby and L. to go on vacation together. She had a degenerative disease, but obviously wasn't ill enough that anyone thought she'd pass away.
That's crazy. So my new standard for A Good Day is gonna have to be: My husband didn't die in his sleep last night. I can't begin to imagine how devastated this poor guy is, and is going to be.
:-(
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