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Sunday, August 03, 2003

 
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well, that's 3 days of my life i'll never get back. :P i'm back from the dead, but just barely. that may tie for the sickest i've ever been, in fact. not being able to read or write for 3 days is likely to lead to the longest post ever, and i won't feel at all badly if you don't read it.

in general, i have three indicators of sickness in progressive degrees of extremity:
1. if it affects my eating and sleeping habits: i'm really good at both of these things in all sorts of adverse conditions, so if one or both of them is suffering, something's wrong. this time, my meal options expanded dramatically only yesterday when i was able to have *gasp* a boiled potato for dinner, and this morning i had *gasp* oatmeal. and we've discussed the whole sleeping chills fiasco before.

2. if it makes me vomit: that's the dealbreaker for me. i'm home no matter what i was scheduled to do. (i now unfortunately have an addenda to this indicator, but it's a little gross.)

3. if i can't read: nothing's worse than being sick unless you're sick and can't read! not being able to read email or blogs or even ray bradbury left me in bed one day trying to memorize the titles on each shelf in front of me. the last time i was sick all i could read was edward gorey; this time it was calvin & hobbes (my gorey stuff is still packed in the art room), but i didn't even get through very much of that.
anything else is just a minor annoyance to me: coughing, fever, sore throat, whatever.

the thing i hate most about being sick is that other people's lives happen, anyway, and you not only lose the time you had being sick, but the extra days it takes you to make up for those days. i had to cancel 5 events, two of which i need to immediately reschedule this week on top of party planning for the birthday celebration august 9 and avoiding the actual birthday august 4 (tomorrow! it's almost a good thing i was too sick to think about this much ;). since i didn't really read and certainly didn't respond to email, there's that to attend to (x3). poor michael had to leave work early to take amelia to the vet once we realized i wasn't going to be able to leave the apartment, and then missed dr. who w/ bill to pick her up again (sorry, bill!).

speaking of the the cat, she's looking as badly as i felt. she's alarmingly thinner now and stays curled up most of the time. she still isn't hep on the prescription food, but at least she's eating some of it. we put her food & litterbox in the main bathroom so we could close her in there for the night & in general keep better track of her. she left one gift in the art room and we immediately closed it off, but nothing's come since, so my guess is that the initial gifting started as a physiological problem but then became a habit as we became less able to keep the art room floor sterile. but the frustration here is that we've spent what i consider to be an exhorbitant amount of money here and we still don't know what's wrong. michael says he asked them to clean her teeth while she was knocked out but i don't see any evidence that they did.

michael & i watched daredevil, which i thought was an "above average": i thought the villains were quite good, ben affleck didn't suck, but i was pretty disappointed jennifer garner's role was reduced to "love interest who dies at the end," elektra sequel or not. bah.

tori's power adapter seems to be on the fritz. maybe it's the power supply. maybe tori won't make it to burning man, after all. >:(

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