wherein Liz is ill
Dec. 15th, 2010 05:44 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
edenfallingSlept from 11:30pm on Tuesday through to 3pm on Wednesday, with occasional breaks for drinking water and taking more NyQuil. Could easily have slept longer, but decided to haul myself out of bed then rather than wake up involuntarily around 9pm and fuck my sleep schedule more than it has already been fucked.
Had cranberry juice and a Nutri-grain bar for "breakfast," may eat "lunch" soonish, and intend on going back to bed by 7pm. May try to hem a pair of new khaki pants before then, though, if I feel up to vague productivity.
My throat is killing me, all painful and thick and gummed with burning goopy mucousy yick, though as predicted, the cold is slowly moving up into my nose and sinuses. In the meantime, though, I am sporadically amusing myself by talking an octave deeper than I should be able to. Except only sporadically, because talking hurts.
Bleggh. Hate colds. Hate them so fucking much.
...
On the bright side, we were predicted to get snow this afternoon and overnight, and the snow has by and large failed to materialize, to the point where predictions of likely accumulation I have seen have retreated steadily from 8 inches to 4-6 inches to 1-3 inches to, "Oh, maybe a light dusting, with more up in the hills." So ha.
Still vicious cold, though. Boo.
Hopefully tomorrow I will feel able to go buy groceries and do laundry. Trekking into town is probably out of the question, though. But I need the groceries, because I will run out of NyQuil tomorrow afternoon, and that thought does not bear thinking about.
Um.
Yeah, sorry about this post; I lose my brain-to-mouth filter when ill and drugged.
Had cranberry juice and a Nutri-grain bar for "breakfast," may eat "lunch" soonish, and intend on going back to bed by 7pm. May try to hem a pair of new khaki pants before then, though, if I feel up to vague productivity.
My throat is killing me, all painful and thick and gummed with burning goopy mucousy yick, though as predicted, the cold is slowly moving up into my nose and sinuses. In the meantime, though, I am sporadically amusing myself by talking an octave deeper than I should be able to. Except only sporadically, because talking hurts.
Bleggh. Hate colds. Hate them so fucking much.
...
On the bright side, we were predicted to get snow this afternoon and overnight, and the snow has by and large failed to materialize, to the point where predictions of likely accumulation I have seen have retreated steadily from 8 inches to 4-6 inches to 1-3 inches to, "Oh, maybe a light dusting, with more up in the hills." So ha.
Still vicious cold, though. Boo.
Hopefully tomorrow I will feel able to go buy groceries and do laundry. Trekking into town is probably out of the question, though. But I need the groceries, because I will run out of NyQuil tomorrow afternoon, and that thought does not bear thinking about.
Um.
Yeah, sorry about this post; I lose my brain-to-mouth filter when ill and drugged.
