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Jan. 30th, 2018 05:12 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
omnia_mutantur I've basically been in bed since last Thursday evening. I hung out with Spark for much of the day on Thursday, feeling a little under the weather but not enough to really notice. I discovered that running errands with as mellow a baby as Spark was being that day is actually really fun and I will go to my grave insisting that they burbled at the fishtanks at Petsmart. Nonsense still can't really deal with how much she loves the baby, but it's a work in progress and the baby is very tolerant of hand and foot kisses (slightly less so with ear and head).
I'm not sure what happened next, but Thursday night I think my battery died. Light and I discussed whether or not I should go to WI as planned, and maybe we collectively decided I shouldn't, maybe I did. I'm not entirely sure.
I've been running a 2-4 degree fever since Thursday, I've progressed through a number of colors of phlegm and seem to have settled on something resembling greenish rubber cement, no matter how much I drink or how much mucinex I take. I have this one particular place in my head that feels like it's being crushed every time I cough and I cough a lot. I'm dizzy and see delightful sparkle-scapes when I cough or blend over. Basically, I'd like new lungs or a short medical coma. I had my usual run of fever dreams, one of which was this spectacular mashup of my hospital job, my most recent job and college, where I had forgotten to show up to work for six months and also had never finished my gym credit.
The house is a mess, I can't focus enough read or watch tv, I've been reduced to wading through the dross of youtube to find a couple perfect gems to offer Delight. And on my sharper moments, reading Captain Awkward archives, which feel like getting a slightly scolding but ultimately boosting pep talk. Oh, and the stove doesn't work anymore. I mean the burners do, just not the oven part. I can make do with the toaster oven in an emergency, but mostly it means eating a lot of pasta. Light was going to call the appliance person today (as much as it feels like weakness of will and like I'm somehow being a bad feminist, I still get pretty anxious and miserable when I have to be home alone with a stranger). I have the best of intentions of figuring out the slow cooker but now is not the time to master new technology, even the very simple kind.
Speaking of new technology, I desperately need a new dust-buster-esque vacuum, mostly something that can handle getting crud out of the minute angular gaps in my floor because nothing in this godforsaken house is actually a right angle. And so I'm looking at the gift card my aunt and uncle game me for my birthday and running through the "new dustbuster, more satsumastreet cross stitch patterns, channel it into the dogwalking fund, that pendant from etsy I've been coveting, a bunch of clothes from thredup or save it for the upcoming vacation."
whiiiine.
I'm not sure what happened next, but Thursday night I think my battery died. Light and I discussed whether or not I should go to WI as planned, and maybe we collectively decided I shouldn't, maybe I did. I'm not entirely sure.
I've been running a 2-4 degree fever since Thursday, I've progressed through a number of colors of phlegm and seem to have settled on something resembling greenish rubber cement, no matter how much I drink or how much mucinex I take. I have this one particular place in my head that feels like it's being crushed every time I cough and I cough a lot. I'm dizzy and see delightful sparkle-scapes when I cough or blend over. Basically, I'd like new lungs or a short medical coma. I had my usual run of fever dreams, one of which was this spectacular mashup of my hospital job, my most recent job and college, where I had forgotten to show up to work for six months and also had never finished my gym credit.
The house is a mess, I can't focus enough read or watch tv, I've been reduced to wading through the dross of youtube to find a couple perfect gems to offer Delight. And on my sharper moments, reading Captain Awkward archives, which feel like getting a slightly scolding but ultimately boosting pep talk. Oh, and the stove doesn't work anymore. I mean the burners do, just not the oven part. I can make do with the toaster oven in an emergency, but mostly it means eating a lot of pasta. Light was going to call the appliance person today (as much as it feels like weakness of will and like I'm somehow being a bad feminist, I still get pretty anxious and miserable when I have to be home alone with a stranger). I have the best of intentions of figuring out the slow cooker but now is not the time to master new technology, even the very simple kind.
Speaking of new technology, I desperately need a new dust-buster-esque vacuum, mostly something that can handle getting crud out of the minute angular gaps in my floor because nothing in this godforsaken house is actually a right angle. And so I'm looking at the gift card my aunt and uncle game me for my birthday and running through the "new dustbuster, more satsumastreet cross stitch patterns, channel it into the dogwalking fund, that pendant from etsy I've been coveting, a bunch of clothes from thredup or save it for the upcoming vacation."
whiiiine.
