Like a Good Book

So yesterday morning I was still semi-fine, even though the cough has taken a turn for the worse, and I decided I didn't need the stink-eye from my boss, so I braved the weather, which was truly horrible, and went to work.

After being somewhat productive for a few hours, I finally realized that the headache, coughing and breathing difficulty were not going away, so I called it quits, and packed up to go home. The walk to the bus station was... interesting, since by then it was cold, windy and SUPER FUCKING DUSTY, but I made it and also made it home pretty fine. I did, however, crashed right on the sofa the moment I made it home, and didn't get up until my mom came back. By then I was positive I was running a fever, because I was shaking like hell and my fingernails were blue.

My mom made me something to eat and some tea and I drifted in and out of sleep for the entire afternoon on the sofa, with a different array of cats on different parts of me (Truffle really wanted to sit on my chest and she also cuddled next to me, and Dolce and Ginger both took turns on my legs and sometimes the sides of my feet). My fever went up and then down, so I was cold and hot on intervals. Super fun times, I can tell you that. I did watch some TV with my parents, and went to sleep. Fortunately, the cough is a bit subdued, so I was able to fall asleep quite quickly.

I woke up without a fever today but the headache is still here (no doubt due to the coughing, stuffy nose and weather), and food tasted bad, so I don't know. But I can sit upright, which must be an improvement.

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Other things:

I haven't really written in a while, even though I've had plenty to write about. It was, what, two weeks ago H. and I went to the Idan Haviv concert? Which was great, but it marked the beginning of one of my busiest weekends EVER.

It was a beautiful Friday, that one after the concert (maybe I'll actually be able to post pictures from the concert today), but it was full to the brim - work, drive up to KY with H., photography session with her and the pup, and game night at Opher and Shiri's.

Saturday was packing H's apartment, and that was long, hard and tiring, and also included a drive up to her parents' at KY, unpacking and keeping the pup busy while her mom got everything out of the way and into the wardrobe. I only made it home on 22:00 that day, and the fatigue and exhaustion dragged with me for the better part of last week. I only shook it off in the weekend, when I was able to actually sleep.

I had a deal with myself to not leave the house last weekend, but obviously it didn't work. Met Netalie for brunch Friday morning, and we proceeded to walk around TA, and I drove to Visit H. that afternoon. I also managed to squeeze in a visit to my grandma and was planning on going to see a movie but the one I wanted to watch had no more tickets, so I passed. Saturday was mostly quiet, but we did go out to lunch at Brasserie.

This week was fine until yesterday. The cough was getting better and I went to do some serious shopping Tuesday. Sale season, so I got two pairs of shoes, three bras, four long-sleeved shirts and tons of cosmetics. The shirts and shoes were half off, but since my shoes are extremely expensive, I still payed an arm and a leg for them. The bras are always expensive, unfortunately.

I was lucky with the cosmetics, though. I ran into a salesperson (a guy!) who actually knew what he was doing. I knew I needed refills for at least three items, and I also got a night cream. He gave me tons of tips on usage, and when I got home and tried some, and thanked him silently. He also gave me loads of tiny stuff for travel, which is always fun.

I think I'll go see if there's anything fun to watch on TV, and if not try and be productive with easy things, like the photographs or even catching up on my own shows ("Banshee" really bummed me out last week, and I'm super behind on everything, from "Person of Interest" to "The Americans")

Home sick.

First thing - siren.

Joy.

At home. Sick. Again.

I think my immune system is deteriorating.

My forth day at home.

Monday was... Completely horrible. I can't remember when was it I threw up so many times, and the cramps were killing me. I took as many painkillers as I could and tried my best to sleep most of the day. Couldn't sit down for more than a minute or two, or maybe five when the painkillers kicked in. Everything I ate I lost.

Tuesday was better, but I was still prone to vomiting and stomach ache, and I ate very little.

I was hoping I'd go to work yesterday, but the pain, nausea and weakness were too great, at which point I said FUCK IT and texted my boss to wait for me only next week.

My eyeballs were fucking hurting. For Fuck's Sake.

I can sit up now, but the nausea still comes once in a while, and I haven't been able to eat a decent thing for the last three days, going on four. How happy am I? *sarcasm*

And I'm fucking sick of fucking tea.

And just the thought of what's expecting me next week at work (the overload, my boss is really cool about me taking the time off to get better, which is awesome).

So I've no idea if it's because of the call yesterday about Haifa, but I came down with an annoying fit of stomach flu, and nausea isn't fun.

So I called the guys at Baker and said I won't be coming there today, and got re-scheduled for Saturday night.

I feel like in the army. Why the fuck.

I spent maybe 20-30 minutes last nigh without a scarf, and now my throat hurts.

*grumbles*

On top of having cramps, one of my toes decided to swell up and start hurting in the middle of the night, which means I only slept in bits and pieces. It still hurts and it's annoying as all hell.

CRAP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

It's absolutely amazing how one person can give you a headache within 5 minutes thta you know will last for the entire day.

My dad is an ace with that.

My parents slept at my grandma's last night, so I got the thrilling chance to hear him when he came back. He wasn't even fullt through the door before he started complaining, and whne I wanted to help he went on and on, and eventually started with complaining about me and the way I fill the middle of the toilet paper with the used tissues, so I said "Jesus" and went into my room. He went on to saying "Why "Jesus"? You can say "Moses"", to that I said "Up yours" and that's it.

The cold ain't over, far from it, and my nose loooks like someone went over it with a sander. Throat is back to hurting some (probably from the caughing) and now a headache, curtusy of my dad, to complete the set. I want to go out, but I don't really have the energy now. And to think yesterday was really nice and all.

Hagar said something about a bitchslap. I'm starting to think a big "Yes" to that.

I'm sick. Sore throat and not much else, though my night was tainted with annoying dreams, which is a known symptom with me for being sick, so I'm not going to school today. Picked one hell of a day, see, because the maid is coming today.

Lovely, lovely week has began.

Sick. Caugh galore during the night. It took me about an hour of sitting up, caughing, lying down and singing to myself to go back to sleep.

Also the sickness really influenced my sleep, because half the night I had a song stuck in my dreams I don't even like (hence the singing to myself - I couldn't go back to sleep with that song still there). I went throught "Dust in the wind", "Carry on my wayward son", "Cooling" and "Angel", twice, to make it go away.

Dreams after that became exceptionally weird. First part was me in some kind of summer camp, and all the towels were gone. And I needed a shower. Ugh.

The next bit is probably one of my most realistic dreams I ever had, I remember knowing for a fact I was dreaming, and I touched a dead leaf to feel the texture of it. I made up my mind to go inside a house and it was full of couples, but he was there too, waiting for me. He kept changing faces, but one stuck out... Yeah, I know.