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Fuck this noise.
I'm having one of those "the universe hates you" days.
Yesterday, my throat started getting sore and my nose was slightly stuffed. By nightfall, I could barely swallow and was blowing my nose every two minutes. So I drank a lot of juice, made sure to eat (miso soup was part of dinner), took a few lozenges and some Dayquil, and thought it would probably be cleared up in the morning.
Nope!
Not only did it get worse, it got so bad that I couldn't sleep. I woke up every hour (pretty much on the hour) from sheer discomfort. I'd get something to drink, clear my sinuses, or take a sip of Dayquil, and return to bed. Still, less than an hour of sleep each bout means no sleep. No sleep that really matters, anyway.
But I got up this morning, vomited the Dayquil (Guess we learned something new today), and got dressed and ready for class. Tea in hand, I went down the stairs -
into a magical land of ice. Apparently, the melting snow and light rain created layers of ice over EVERYTHING (even the plants), which was now melting and leaving a slippery layer on top. I fell not once, but three times, two in the same place. And I was cold, wet, and in a lot of pain when I trudged over to my car - which was frozen shut with that same layer of ice, as was every car on the street. At this point, I just gave up and nearly fell going back upstairs. Once there, I told![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
elenuial that I'd had it, which disappointed him, but I was proud that I'd even made it that far. Normally, I'd have rolled over in bed and kept trying to sleep.
Which I can't do now, of course, since my throat is worse and my body is covered in developing bruises situated so that no matter how I lay down, it'll hurt.
I hate this. I just feel too beaten, too defeated to keep pushing my luck. I have a feeling that if I went to class today, a gas main under the building would have blown up or some such nonsense.
I need a shower.
-Haz
EDIT: Just got an e-mail saying class was cancelled today. It doesn't make me less sick or not hurting, but still.
Yesterday, my throat started getting sore and my nose was slightly stuffed. By nightfall, I could barely swallow and was blowing my nose every two minutes. So I drank a lot of juice, made sure to eat (miso soup was part of dinner), took a few lozenges and some Dayquil, and thought it would probably be cleared up in the morning.
Nope!
Not only did it get worse, it got so bad that I couldn't sleep. I woke up every hour (pretty much on the hour) from sheer discomfort. I'd get something to drink, clear my sinuses, or take a sip of Dayquil, and return to bed. Still, less than an hour of sleep each bout means no sleep. No sleep that really matters, anyway.
But I got up this morning, vomited the Dayquil (Guess we learned something new today), and got dressed and ready for class. Tea in hand, I went down the stairs -
into a magical land of ice. Apparently, the melting snow and light rain created layers of ice over EVERYTHING (even the plants), which was now melting and leaving a slippery layer on top. I fell not once, but three times, two in the same place. And I was cold, wet, and in a lot of pain when I trudged over to my car - which was frozen shut with that same layer of ice, as was every car on the street. At this point, I just gave up and nearly fell going back upstairs. Once there, I told
elenuial that I'd had it, which disappointed him, but I was proud that I'd even made it that far. Normally, I'd have rolled over in bed and kept trying to sleep. Which I can't do now, of course, since my throat is worse and my body is covered in developing bruises situated so that no matter how I lay down, it'll hurt.
I hate this. I just feel too beaten, too defeated to keep pushing my luck. I have a feeling that if I went to class today, a gas main under the building would have blown up or some such nonsense.
I need a shower.
-Haz
EDIT: Just got an e-mail saying class was cancelled today. It doesn't make me less sick or not hurting, but still.
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Sounds like what I've got. If I didn't has a huge experiment takedown today I'd have called in sick.