2002-07-31 - 12:54 p.m.
Oh, boy. I won't be making any sense today.

*blink* Is it nearly one in the afternoon already? I should never have come in to work today ...

Yesterday was bad enough. I was feeling dizzy, a little feverish, coughing, and my sinuses were filling up, so I got to go home at three; today is worse, and I have to stay all day. There's final packing to be done at five, and it has to be done by ye olde supervisor and myself, so I gotta be here.

Ugh. I woke up this morning with most of my voice gone -- that's gotten better after copious applications of coffee and tea, but still not perfect -- and all of yesterday's symptoms still in full force. This is definitely a summer cold, not allergies; I can always tell which is which, because when I'm sick I am quite defiantly unhungry. Hence the losing track of time. On a normal day, I start getting headachy and antzy if it's been four hours or so since the last time I had a meal.

Better go get food though. I'm queasy and dizzy enough as it is without passing out from lack of nutrient intake. I can't even take any cold meds, because all the over-the-counter ones put me in space. I'm pretty sure I sounded stoned to Jocasta last night when she called to talk to me. =)

In fact, the only medication that does *not* overreact in my system, seems like, is the painkiller family -- by the time I reach for the aspirin, I always need three or four to soothe down screaming nerves. Well, actually, I say the cold meds overreact, because they do, but I think it's just the antihistamine part. The decongestant part in those combined cold/allergy pills sure wasn't doing its duty. I was still stuffy and miserable, I just turned into stuffy, thirsty, stoned, and miserable. Bizarre. Wonder why that is?

But anyway. It's about one. Better go fetch food, even if I can't eat it; I can pick at it for the next few hours. Whoo, entertainment. I was going to take the time to pick over the story I paused last week, too, since it's been ten days and I've probably lost all my readers again, but damned if I can concentrate on much of anything just now.

In fact, I have a most persistant urge to stop typing and go sing The Star Spangled Banner at the top of my scratchy lungs in the little echo-chamber they call a restroom, since I'm never going to have another chance. Not going to happen, but strangely tempting. Heee. Look at me, I don't need to get high to be in an altered state of consciousness! God. I probably have a fever.

Anyway. Better go before I get even weirder. Blessings.