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January 6th, 2005

Look ma! I'm sick!

It was probably a bad idea for me to run my DnD game last night.

Today I had to go to the doctor (which I never do) to be prescribed antibiotics (which I avoid (as do most microbiologists - nothing worse than contributing to ABR bugs)), cold and flu medications (which I never take - psuedoephidrine is NOT my friend), cough syrup (see afore mentioned psuedoephidrine) and bed rest. Bed rest, dammit. The rest of it I can cope with, but I have too much work that needs doing to rest. Now I'm going to be all agitated and anxious and guilty about the work I can't be doing because I am too sick to be standing up.

(I tried standing up earlier to get myself some turkey and vegetable soup (which I've been cooking in anticipation of sickness) and found myself inexplicably lying on the ground. D'oh.)

So now I've got that crazy I'm-too-sick-to-move-but-I'm-speeding-on-medication feeling, plus the vague guilt of not being at work infecting my co-workers. At least I have turkey soup, and a cat to keep me mostly stationary (her lap-sitting powers are great!).

bishi_wannabe leaves tonight for Perth for a week with his extended family. Hopefully I will survive his absence in a haze of medications, soup, and cups of tea.
What's worse than being sick? Being alone and sick.

bishi_wannabe just left for the airport, and will be gone for about a week. Sure, I can look after myself, but it's never the same as having someone else look after you. And no, I'm not aksing that any of you come to look after me, either. I can hardly talk and would feel guilty for being such poor company, such an inadequate hostess.

In the meanwhile, I'll eat my soup and hug my cat and take my medications (whee! it's cocktail hour at the drug counter!) and try to get better. Because if I'm healthy, I can see people and try to fill my days with distractions.

Stupid sickness.