so how's your week been?
Dec. 17th, 2010 10:00 amMonday, I came to work and had no obligations after, which was gorgeous.
Tuesday, I came to work, and everything was groovy, and then at the end of the day I got up from my desk to go to curling, and everything was not groovy at all. Every muscle hurt, and my throat was suddenly sore, and my head felt hot on the inside as if (and this is a feeling I am familiar with) every sinus - quite narrow to begin with, mind you - were swollen. Not stuffy, you understand, just achy. I got to curling feeling so miserable that I asked my skip if I could skip, which, for those of you who know me and curling, for me to want to skip, something's got to be really wrong! We played an okay game except there was a lot of missing of the broom from my second, uncharacteristically, so in like three ends in a row I was left with a wacky double run-back for a single point, which wouldn't have been impossible if we'd had any reason to know how on earth to call them, but, you know. Anyway. Lost by one. I went straight home and went to bed.
Wednesday morning I woke up feeling wretched, and stayed home to work from there, where there were lovely fuzzy blankies and lots of soup and hot tea. I tried to get someone to cover for me at Wednesday curling, but no dice, so at the appropriate time I dragged on my scarf and coat and went out into the cold, which I hadn't wanted to do; got to the club, changed, looked sufficiently like death that everyone asked me if I was okay, and then, miracle of miracles!, the fifth man on a five-man team who had thought they were only four that night walked in!, and that meant there was an extra person, who agreed to play for me, and my team agreed, and I changed back into my cozy sweater and went home again. (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
insptr_penguin, that was your dad, sparing for me, and he was my favorite person in ALL OF MARYLAND on Wednesday, omfg.)
Thursday morning I woke up feeling even worse, and stayed home and slept on the couch for seriously almost the entire day, and then got back in bed and slept there. In between there were breaks to drink lots and lots of the orange juice I'd bought on my way home from not-curling on Wednesday.
So this morning, I am very pleased that I'm just feeling a little stickiness in my lungs and my (speaking) voice apparently sounds like sandpaper, because I am not aching in every joint and muscle and I am not running a fever and I am not feeling pathetic and whiny! Hurrah!
The thing about head colds is that I know I've felt worse. I've been sicker (the time I had not!mono was bad, and then when I got everything in the air that winter and spring because my immune system was shot wasn't great, and the time I had a sinus infection that took four courses of abx to kill - to say nothing of the time I had what was either food poisoning or a verrry nasty stomach bug, where my friend had to come with me to the doctor so I didn't just lie down on the sidewalk on the way there for a little rest), and I've been in more pain (root. canal.), but somehow, despite all these things, the ordinary head cold is my least favorite way to be unwell. Hate hate hate. But now it's an ordinary chest cold! so I'm much less unhappy.
Will be swigging cough medicine from the bottle today, yes indeed.
Tuesday, I came to work, and everything was groovy, and then at the end of the day I got up from my desk to go to curling, and everything was not groovy at all. Every muscle hurt, and my throat was suddenly sore, and my head felt hot on the inside as if (and this is a feeling I am familiar with) every sinus - quite narrow to begin with, mind you - were swollen. Not stuffy, you understand, just achy. I got to curling feeling so miserable that I asked my skip if I could skip, which, for those of you who know me and curling, for me to want to skip, something's got to be really wrong! We played an okay game except there was a lot of missing of the broom from my second, uncharacteristically, so in like three ends in a row I was left with a wacky double run-back for a single point, which wouldn't have been impossible if we'd had any reason to know how on earth to call them, but, you know. Anyway. Lost by one. I went straight home and went to bed.
Wednesday morning I woke up feeling wretched, and stayed home to work from there, where there were lovely fuzzy blankies and lots of soup and hot tea. I tried to get someone to cover for me at Wednesday curling, but no dice, so at the appropriate time I dragged on my scarf and coat and went out into the cold, which I hadn't wanted to do; got to the club, changed, looked sufficiently like death that everyone asked me if I was okay, and then, miracle of miracles!, the fifth man on a five-man team who had thought they were only four that night walked in!, and that meant there was an extra person, who agreed to play for me, and my team agreed, and I changed back into my cozy sweater and went home again. (
insptr_penguin, that was your dad, sparing for me, and he was my favorite person in ALL OF MARYLAND on Wednesday, omfg.)Thursday morning I woke up feeling even worse, and stayed home and slept on the couch for seriously almost the entire day, and then got back in bed and slept there. In between there were breaks to drink lots and lots of the orange juice I'd bought on my way home from not-curling on Wednesday.
So this morning, I am very pleased that I'm just feeling a little stickiness in my lungs and my (speaking) voice apparently sounds like sandpaper, because I am not aching in every joint and muscle and I am not running a fever and I am not feeling pathetic and whiny! Hurrah!
The thing about head colds is that I know I've felt worse. I've been sicker (the time I had not!mono was bad, and then when I got everything in the air that winter and spring because my immune system was shot wasn't great, and the time I had a sinus infection that took four courses of abx to kill - to say nothing of the time I had what was either food poisoning or a verrry nasty stomach bug, where my friend had to come with me to the doctor so I didn't just lie down on the sidewalk on the way there for a little rest), and I've been in more pain (root. canal.), but somehow, despite all these things, the ordinary head cold is my least favorite way to be unwell. Hate hate hate. But now it's an ordinary chest cold! so I'm much less unhappy.
Will be swigging cough medicine from the bottle today, yes indeed.
