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2007-02-15 - 6:44 p.m. Yesterday was a day of unrelieved horribleness. Fourteen hours straight through of nasty. It started with the minus 35 degree windchill, carried on through the tempers and the cutting tones at work, to the nasty stomach flare up in the afternoon, through the gong show of a Polish class I attended. And that's really all that needs to be said about that. I haven't been writing because I've still been so sickish and all I can do is whine about it. I can make it to work and exist, but that is about it. For a lot of this week I just gave up and came home from work and lay on the couch and didn't bother to even try to do anything. To give you an example of how bad I've been feeling, the good for me/bad for me and I had made tentative plans for Saturday night, but when he called I was all, "nah, I don't want to go out". For me to pass up the gfm/bfm's company is unheard of. Or it might be that I feel so secure in his friendship now that I don't always have to see him. (Witness the fact that we just made plans for this weekend.) In passing . . . I wonder what he'd think if he ever found this blog. I'm not sure he'd think anything much. He's mostly just curious about people in the aggregate, not the singular. Which is a trait that I find alternatively amusing and annoying. I could probably give him the address here and he wouldn't read it. Today was better. The temperature moderated to zero overnight and I was almost myself again. I walked and enjoyed it. I only had a few bouts of crushing tireness and chills at work and now I have an evening of good tv and a four day weekend to look forward to. Maybe I'll feel good all weekend? Because if I don't, I have an agreement with myself to go back to the doctor. And suddenly I'm frozen and shaking again.
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