Irony is the Shackles of Youth

Dear weather,

Be hot or be cold. Do not swing between these two. My allergies and my sinuses do not appreciate it.

No love,
Tsaiko

I don't know if I mentioned it, but Sunday when the hurricane was coming in, I got sick. Like high fever and chills kind of sick. The fever broke Sunday night, which left me with this lovely congestion and cough. Monday and Tuesday were fine: I could stay at home with public transit out, lay on my couch, and pay homage to the Kleenex gods. I was slowly getting better in the way of lingering congestion does: I feel better each day, but every time I sit for more than five minutes I leave behind a small pile of tissues. Wednesday and Thursday I went into work. I started coughing more, and was blowing my nose every 5-10 minutes instead of every 3, but I was getting better.

Then my ears started bothering me. It started with a crackling sound in my ears. Then yesterday, everything started sounding like it was under water in my left ear. About noon, my left ear very suddenly became muffled sounding. Then it had the weird underwater effect. Then it started to hurt.

That was not cool. So off to the clinic I went. The thing that annoyed me most was she kept calling it allergies. Looks lady, it's not allergies. There is nothing triggering this response in me that is not a virus or a bacteria of some sort. STOP CALLING IT THAT. But she gave me the following run down of what was going on:

1) My ears are not infected. Meaning there's no happy, fun pill I can take to make it go away.
2) There's fluid and pressure build up behind my ears due to the congestion. I shouldn't travel because pressure changes = very bad. This means no family reunion.
3) The only thing to do is wait it out and rest. I am not thrilled with this, but that's the way it is.
4) There is medicine to help make the symptoms less severe, but mostly I'm just going to have to suck it up.

Last night I had a bought of insomnia brought about by the fact that I can't breathe out my nose, I have pressure in my sinuses, and now it sounds like I'm stuck permanently in the underwater scenes of the Little Mermaid. I was going to go into work. Then my wonderful, beautiful, sweet wife drove me down to work to get my laptop because she thought it would be better to work from home. Half way back I said "Fuck it. When we get home, I'm going back to bed." So I called in to work and told them I'm not coming.

Then I went to sleep for an extra four hours. IT WAS GLORIOUS.

Still can't hear well. Still coughing and sneezing. Still feel like my sinuses are full of liquidy slime. But dammit, now at least I feel rested.

Needless to say, creativity has taken a hike as I've dealt with this mess. Which is my way of saying I haven't written anything all week. Hopefully, that will change once I get through this. And if I never see another box of tissues again, it will be too soon.

PS: Kira says "Hi" to everyone. Literary cat is literary. ``````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````

Since I still have some sick leave left and I feel like death, I am heading home. You know you are sick when the concrete bench looks like good place to go to sleep.

Edit: Posted before I finished and of course, I couldn't figure out how to edit it on my phone. So this had to wait till I was actually home instead of just heading there.

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I worked this morning from home, said "No more" after the phone meeting, and took the rest of the day off. Now I am sitting on my couch, with a kitty on my feet. This is no different from this morning except that I am not doing work now. Yeah!

Maybe I'll do some more typing up of stuff from my notebooks. Then I can post some more bits and pieces for people to enjoy. :)

( Cut for TMI of the bathroom kind )

Short version: I've swung back from thinking that I had food poisoning of some sort back to the theory that I have some stomach bug.

Only I would get up feeling like death warmed over, go to use the electronic thermometer, and find that it has somehow set itself to degrees Celsius instead of Fahrenheit. I don't know how it reset itself. It's got only ONE BUTTON. I don't know how to set it back and the manual, such as it was, is long gone. Which means that I'm sitting here doing math before dawn to figure out if I'm running a fever.

The answer, but the way, is maybe. My temperature 99.7 (37.6 C), which is just short of actually being classified as a fever but warmer than why my normal temp. of 98.2. Not that I have any doubt I'm sick. The all over ache and bleck feeling was my first clue. It's just nice to have confirmation.

As always, my cats have decided that since I'm stationary and warm, I am here solely for their pettings and nap time.

OMG, how can one nose and two sinuses produce so much snot? I am seriously considering buying stock in Kleenex, because it seems like I'm going to keep them in business by myself.

Needless to say, I'm staying home today.

Well, this week has been extremely busy at work, so I haven't had time to post at all. And then today, I got sick and had to come home from work. Worked another two hours, crashed, and slept. Over time is really draining. I was hoping not to work this weekend, but alas, that is not the case. ;_;

I have an eye appointment tomorrow to finally get my glasses replaced. Thank goodness. This pair is four years old and has been repaired twice. I need new glasses. Hopefully I will feel up going.

And now, I am going to enjoy my night and not worry about work. The end.

Worked only half a day today because I feel like death warmed over. Came home, slept, and feel a little bit less like death and a little more like comatose. Still not feeling well.

I can already tell this is going to be an awesome 4th of July weekend. Not.

I got maybe 3 hours of sleep last night and feel like a large truck hit me this morning. So I'm calling in sick and working some hours from home. I have got to get some stuff done, but once that's complete, I'm going to just lay around my house with the kitties on me.

Also, my throat is all gunky.

Bleck.

BTW, Miome has strep throat and is now on antibiotics. That's the only background you're getting for this gem.

Miome: The only way I'd be interested in sex is if a guy's penis was covered in Robitussin.

And there's the one:

Miome: I really like the Widow Maker story.
Tsaiko: Yeah!
Miome: Except you tagged it as "window maker."
Tsaiko: Oh son of a...

Going to change that right now.

miome is traveling this week, so I'm having a hard time being motivated to go onto campus. It's just as well. As the morning has progressed, I have felt more and more like I've been hit by a mack truck. Ugh. Just what I need. To be sick.

Why yes body, I would love to celebrate finishing my thesis by getting sick. Thanks so much!

Argh.