May. 6th, 2009

ow.

May. 6th, 2009 07:50 am
fox: jack is tired of listening to daniel (ack (by Lanning))
This morning, for the first time I can remember in a long while, I woke up with my tonsils swollen. Not badly, but enough that it hurts in a way I can tell is going to get worse. Nothing is (avert your eyes if what can happen in throats is going to bother you) red or spotty back there, thank god, but I'm still stopping at some sort of pharmacy for a big ol' bottle of Chloraseptic on the way to work.

Orchestra rehearsal tonight, dress rehearsal Friday, Berlioz "Te Deum" on Sunday, so this had better not eff up my voice, that's all I'm saying.

hmm.

May. 6th, 2009 04:58 pm
fox: my left eye.  "ceci n'est pas une fox." (Default)
Of interest to those who said my face was flushed and felt my forehead and said it was warm (raises eyebrow at [personal profile] wordplay): just now, 97.9.

And it's been twenty minutes since I last drank any water, so it's not like my tongue is artificially cool or anything. I'd have expected something quite a bit higher, too, based on my own wrist-on-forehead test and the fact that I felt warm all the way home even with cool air coming out of the vents. I don't know. Maybe I'm just calibrated backwards.


(But in other news, the yarn my brother ordered just arrived. Yay!)
fox: my left eye.  "ceci n'est pas une fox." (Default)
Rehearsal tonight: I sat and listened, and (into the bargain) knitted for three hours on my parents' anniversary present. First (large) square is maybe half done. (It's hard to tell because it's L-shaped -- how much L is half a square? There are to be 96 rows, and I've done somewhere in the mid- to high 40's, but every row is shorter than the one before, so 48 rows is actually more than half ... so I guess the square is more than half done. Point being: three hours' work, yay!)

Tonsils are about the size of the last knuckle of my finger. My throat feels mainly fine, i.e. not scratchy at the back at all. My neck, all the way up to the lateral walls of my throat, is killing me. Have called off going to class in the morning, on the grounds that class meets in the professor's very small office, and if I managed not to give them whatever this is yesterday, they sure the hell don't want me giving it to them tomorrow. I have to go to work, though -- just, nobody come within six feet of me.

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