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feeling: disgusting
listening to: nothing
Wow, a whole week between new posts... I'm slackin' 9_9 And where in Hades are my archives now? blah.
I am ill. Again. Just like every cold I get, it began with a scratchy throat, then the next day progressed to sore and mushy muscles, the feeling that my skin could just ooze right off my body at any time, general weakness, and of course, evil sinuses. Then I tried to go to sleep, knowing that after the initial day of feeling disgusting, it'd just be a week of being unable to breathe. But then I woke up after dozing for about an hour, and didn't understand why I couldn't get back to sleep... till I realized I was shaking. I'm talking really shaking. Hard. Forcing my muscles to relax and taking deep breaths only made it worse. So I laid there for half an hour, quaking like the San Andreas, until I finally decided to go downstairs. Not really sure why. But a wobbly, shaky journey ended up with me in the bathroom staring at the mirror, watching myself quiver and trying to detect unusual pallor or flushing in my face. Then I went to the living room, wrapped myself in an afghan, and sat on the couch because I didn't feel up to dragging myself back upstairs. Just sat there shaking, praying I wasn't having some kind of seizure that would cause me to black out good if I ever did get back to sleep. Well, finally, more than an hour after I first awoke, the shaking stopped. But it left me cold, feverish, and with even achier and mushier muscles, and of course a headache. So I finally laid on the couch and tried to go to sleep, still not feeling up to dragging myself back upstairs. And a few minutes later, around 5:30, Dad was up and about. So I told him why I was down there instead of upstairs sleeping, and he tells me that kind of shaking is actually normal with a bad cold. Now, I have a lot of colds. Usually around 3 or 4 each year. But I've never, ever experienced anything like that. But he tells me that's the kind of strain that's going around. I shrug, I accept it, and he prepares a little cocktail of druggage for me, which I take and return to my own bed. Took till about 6:30 to get back to sleep, and I woke up for good a bit after noon.
And today, I STILL feel disgusting. Normally only the first day is like that, followed by a week of sinus act-uppage, but this is day 2 of feeling absolutely gross. I'm not liking this at all.
Oh, and apparently I was asleep long enough to have a dream in which Mitsu came back to life. o_o;
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dragged from Becky's stream of consciousness at 8/29/2002 02:37:00 PM
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