Freaking pinkeye. Two days before a trip, too. I may have to send the family along ahead for a day and come when I’m hopefully no longer contagious — and no, that’s not a blessing in disguise, either. This is a vacation that my mom’s wanted us to all do for almost a decade. There are wild horses and the beach and a Viking longboat and aunts to wrangle the children while my wife and I have a beer or three. I want to go to this. I just need not to be contagious for it.
Shuffling zombie today because the antibiotics are knocking me out. Or it may be the lack of sleep, because I got very little last night and not very much this afternoon. I am getting better, but this is not fun. I foresee much more in the way of exercise when I feel a little better; this is getting ridiculous.
…and I believe that the subtext there was So go to bed, you idjit. Or maybe it’s my subtext. Certainly at the moment I can’t think of a single interesting thing to say.
PS: Yes, if this keeps up I may have to go to the doctor’s. I figured that one out already. We’ll see after a proper night’s sleep.
Ah, the hot-weather colds. First the youngest, then me, then my wife, and now my oldest. I suspect that none of us are going anywhere tomorrow. I’m going to put up the latest microfiction on the rotation and go back to bed.
…I don’t know if you can catch this cold via the computer, but I don’t want to risk it. I’m going to go back to bed now. Getting older sucks.
…worse, I am amazingly cranky this evening. I mean, almost blindingly so. I’m taking the hint from my body and calling it early tonight.
I’ve spent the last thirty-six hours or so not daring to move more than ten feet away from the bathroom, but I’m still alive. And, to be honest here: after I finish this ambrosial bowl of dried Cheerios I’m probably going back to bed. It has not been a good couple of days.
I got worse, and while now I’m feeling better I also need at least ten hours sleep tonight. So I’ll be going and finding some, OK? OK.
Almost literally: my sides still hurt, although thankfully my voice is almost back to normal. What’s kind of worrying me is the relative lack of appetite, although I think that it’s starting to come back. Whatever this was — I assumed that it was just food poisoning from off BBQ sauce, but I’m starting to doubt it — keep it away from you. Personally, I’m just glad that it hit now, and not Halloween.
I suppose. That was a remarkably unpleasant thirty-six hours or so, and I’m only feeling better, not well. I’m taking it easy for the rest of the day.
On the bright side: lots of sleep! Lots and lots of sleep. With highly bizarre dreams.