awake again

Still sick. Called my boss to let her know I need another day. I haven't needed two sick days in a few years. It's kind of weird. I feel like I've fallen into this alternate reality where I live at home alone with my cat and there is no life outside of my flat.

My lovely friends have offered to stop by with soup, drugs, or Puffs, but I feel like my flat's become a hot zone. I don't want them near this. I feel like afterwards I should burn my sheets or something. Yes, melodramatic, but I feel like, in my head, I can see those science class movies where you cough, and zillions of microbes expel out and latch onto everything. Maybe I've just watched one too many episode of House.

The roof of my mouth itches, my ears are closed, my throat's still swollen and raw now I've coughed up all the protective mucous. I'm not that achey, thanks to regular Advil doses. And I'm really tired of my toilet paper as tissue.

I think I'm going to take a shower, bundle up, and trudge down to 7-11 for some soup, lozenges, kleenex, and orange juice. I don't think that'll be too hard to manage. I should not, however, buy the fixings for an ice cream sundae.

More than ever now I wish I had a big comfy couch. Or that my dvd-rom had a remote so I could enjoy whatever from the comfort of bed. But then I also feel like I should get out of bed and move to another room.

I had to skip my French lesson, which was set to resume this past Tuesday. But since it will be next week, I should catch up a bit on my studies. I could make flash cards. And maybe write a passage or two here.

It's just so weird feeling so bloody useless all day.

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Well, 7-11 didn't have everything I wanted, so I braved QFC. I even returned the 10 frosting gel thingies I'd bought to decorate the Halloween cookies with, but didn't need because gel doesn't show up very well on frosted cookies. Since their seals were unbroken, I was able to get a refund. The cashier was this nice woman with a missionary zeal to show me how I could make my own frosting tips. It was sweet, and she was so earnest about it. But god, I just wanted to get my groceries and go.

Happily back home now, and Jeff is going to visit after swimming tonight! I want to air the place out and disinfect everything. If he gets sick, I'll have to kill myself. Also, sadly, he tried to buy tickets for the big Harry Potter event (charity pre-screening of the movie by the Pacific Science Center, day before it's released to the public, shown on the Boeing IMAX screen) and they're sold out now. *sad*

Now for that hot shower I didn't take before going out.

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This Disaronno ad has got to be the dumbest thing I've ever seen. The one where they call the drink 'warm and sensual' and the overly made up chick sucks on an ice cube while giving a fuckmenow look to the bartender. Oh oh, there's also some contact, as she rubs her sweaty paw on him. Charming. I love the bartender's expression at the end. "Um, is she really sucking on that ice cube? Uh..what do I do? I believe this is part of the mating ritual and I'm supposed to do something now."

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For some reason, I've TiVo'd an episode of Quantum Leap. I'm pretty sure it's for a guest star that matters to me, but as I watch this, I'm reminded of how much I loved this show.

Awww, Scott Bakula. *pets*

Oooo, it was for Jennifer Aniston. I was curious to see her pre-Friends. She looks so young. It's kinda cute.

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Being sick makes me tired.
Being tired makes me eventually take a nap.
Taking the nap makes me feel sicker.

Urgh. I always wake up all cotton-mouthed and woozy and congested (as the snot congeals in the back of my reclining head, I should have propped myself up better). I felt reasonbly better (if tired) when I first tucked myself into bed and, now I feel crappy again. I sucked down half a liter of water because my mouth was dry, but the water's making me slightly nauseated. I think I need some toast now.

But I am so going back to work tomorrow. I may not be 100%, but it's only two days to the weekend and I think I'll be alright, if a bit tired.

incoming jeffness!

Hee. So I just sprayed my entire apartment with Lysol. I'm decked out in my warmest clothes and all the windows are open. I want to aerate this place before Jeff gets here. It's pathetic, because it's only been two days, but I miss that lug and I don't want him to get sick. I may muscle him into a mouth-nose guarding bandana at the door. Also, the fresh air tastes goooood (and is keeping the Lysol from gagging me). *bounce* I can't wait to get out of here tomorrow! The brief escape to the store wasn't enough!

Also, I bought some banana oatmeal for tomorrow and I'm excited, because I love oatmeal but never remember to buy any unless I'm sick.

Re-watching season one of Veronica Mars. Damn, that's a good show. So far season two's been very cool, too. I love Rob Thomas. He is the anti-JJ Abrams.

I swear to god, I'm sleeping upright tonight. I feel so much better when gravity is working for me and my mucous. Also, throat swelling is down, baybeeee!

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Dammit. I just realized that I won't be able to get a Christmas tree this year. With the move right at the weekend before Christmas, there's no point in having one here (and then move it to my new place) nor is there any point in having one for 3 days at my new place as I'm busy unpacking and settling in before running off to Big Bear. Mrh.

I also need to figure out the drop dead date for finishing the cookies in order to mail them on time and also deliver them before I move, so that's not hanging over my head. With 2-3 day shipping, they'll need to be done by Monday, December 12th. I need to make a list of recipients. I think I shall do that now.

mrh

I never thought I'd say this, but I really wish I had a humidifier. Drying my mouth and throat out all night is no fun. My throat still feels parched from the earlier nap and no amount of liquid seems to give it the hydration it wants. Mrh.

In happy news, Jeff! stopped by. It was definitely the highlight of my day. He had that post-swim glow and cooties be damned, I tackle hugged him. We just got tickets for Sweeney Todd, which is playing down on the 5th Avenue theatre. Jeff's never seen it and it's been decades since I have.

Anyhow the nap makes me not very sleepy, but I know I need to go to bed NOW to give myself some extra rest before tomorrow. Blah.