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Well, that was fun. :-)
In addition to the copious amounts of scotch and Cointreau I drank Thursday night, I seem also to have eaten something Not Quite Right. I spent Friday -- at work, because I'm actually in debt as far as leave time is concerned -- in a state of hungover-and-food-poisoned misery. (No headache, thank god, but the stomach cramps and waves of nausea were quite remarkable.)
By the end of the day I was feeling much better, though, if wrung out and weak; yesterday I was right as rain. Took a car-less friend to pick up some furniture a co-worker of hers was giving her, and then spent the rest of the day with shopping and dinner and movies making up for the fact that I hadn't yet given said friend a gift for her birthday (last month), or even yet for Christmas. (Some people are tough to shop for. [g])
We saw The Time Machine, incidentally, which ... didn't suck. I'd go to a matinee, if I were you, and keep your expectations comfortably down around Oughtta Be Sort Of Fun. The acting style was solidly Broad And Sort Of Silly -- the sort of performances where the actors give such an impression of taking themselves entirely seriously that you know they can't possibly be doing anything of the kind, and therefore you needn't, either. (Cf. Malkovitch, Depardieu, Irons, and Byrne in The Man in the Iron Mask -- the trouble with which was that the rest of the cast really was taking it seriously, more's the pity.)
Today I slept late, got up, had some lunch, watched some TV, took a nap, and woke up feeling a little warm. My temperature (taken twice, 20 minutes apart) is holding around 98.6. But, Fox, I hear you cry. That's normal, hon. That's what you think. My normal body temperature is down around 97.8 -- so this means I'm actually running a slight fever. Dammit.
Fortunately, I feel fine. Or possibly unfortunately -- as I said, I don't have any leave in the bank. (My vacation and sick days all come out of the same pot, which seems on the surface like a nice arrangement. If you never get sick, you get lots of vacation. If, on the other hand, your health isn't the greatest -- do we know someone like that, perhaps? -- it's tough to take time off.) So between my lack of sick days and the fact that I feel okay, I should really go to work tomorrow. On the other hand, my co-workers will hardly thank me if I'm responsible for giving everyone whatever I have that's keeping my temperature up ...
(Still high, after another hour ...)
By the end of the day I was feeling much better, though, if wrung out and weak; yesterday I was right as rain. Took a car-less friend to pick up some furniture a co-worker of hers was giving her, and then spent the rest of the day with shopping and dinner and movies making up for the fact that I hadn't yet given said friend a gift for her birthday (last month), or even yet for Christmas. (Some people are tough to shop for. [g])
We saw The Time Machine, incidentally, which ... didn't suck. I'd go to a matinee, if I were you, and keep your expectations comfortably down around Oughtta Be Sort Of Fun. The acting style was solidly Broad And Sort Of Silly -- the sort of performances where the actors give such an impression of taking themselves entirely seriously that you know they can't possibly be doing anything of the kind, and therefore you needn't, either. (Cf. Malkovitch, Depardieu, Irons, and Byrne in The Man in the Iron Mask -- the trouble with which was that the rest of the cast really was taking it seriously, more's the pity.)
Today I slept late, got up, had some lunch, watched some TV, took a nap, and woke up feeling a little warm. My temperature (taken twice, 20 minutes apart) is holding around 98.6. But, Fox, I hear you cry. That's normal, hon. That's what you think. My normal body temperature is down around 97.8 -- so this means I'm actually running a slight fever. Dammit.
Fortunately, I feel fine. Or possibly unfortunately -- as I said, I don't have any leave in the bank. (My vacation and sick days all come out of the same pot, which seems on the surface like a nice arrangement. If you never get sick, you get lots of vacation. If, on the other hand, your health isn't the greatest -- do we know someone like that, perhaps? -- it's tough to take time off.) So between my lack of sick days and the fact that I feel okay, I should really go to work tomorrow. On the other hand, my co-workers will hardly thank me if I'm responsible for giving everyone whatever I have that's keeping my temperature up ...
(Still high, after another hour ...)