All doctored...
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sparkindarknessI have been to the doctor, under protest and threat of life and limb. Doctor has given me antibiotics for a chest infection which he aggravatingly informed me he suspected could be pneumonia. Presumably a mild form.
Pneumonia, for crying out loud! It’s such a Victorian disease! It’s like catching cholera! Ok, maybe more a 40s, 50s disease - but it's still like catching rickets. Why couldn’t I have caught mono or another fashionable disease? I refuse to be stricken by less than fashionable ailments, damn it! Personally I have doubts anyway, since when is nausea a pneumonia symptom? Of course coughing and phlegming sudafed everywhere is enough to make anyone nauseous. Or this vile muck that tastes like aniseed, I hate aniseed!
Needless to say, I still feel kind of goopy and horrible which is somewhat exacerbated by the invasion of the Female Collective (the Hive Vagina was not impressed that a member of the family was sick and his only carer was male, and therefore, in their eyes, incompetent and invaded with all the inexorable power of the Borg).
On the plus side this means the fridge, freezers and cupboards are full of extremely wonderful things to eat.
Down side is I don’t feel like eating any of it. Even though they believe that the way to make sick people eat is not to force feed them but to make food look so damn appetising that even the dead will rise to eat it.
Plus side is that after generations of healing the sick and the injured my inestimable female relatives are experts at knowing what food will stay down with a tender stomach (including, oddly, my Great Aunts Extra-Meaty Soap, which is a cross between thick soup, gravy and thin stew, rich and tasty but for some reason is better than tonic water and crackers for the nauseous) and how to flavour food so a stuffed nose can taste it.
Down side: same experience means they have between them an unholy list of concoctions, tinctures, poultices, creams and salves which would have had them all burned as witches in ages past.
Plus side, with their domineering presence, Beloved has been forced to shop sensibly (as opposed to our usual habit - 8 types of soy sauce, 3 kinds of Parma ham, couscous and no bread or milk)
Down side, they’re in mah cupboards, messing with mah food!
Still on the amusing side, Beloved has taken up Yoga. No, I don’t know why either, one of his enthusiasms I think (he’s so bad at this. He’ll see something and suddenly he wants to do it more than ANYTHING in the world and if he doesn’t do it/have it he might as well shrivel up and DIE because his life will have no meaning any more! then 2 weeks later he will be bored and find something else. I assume somewhere he has seen an advert/tc programme/net site about yoga). While it’s amusing to watching him stretch and strain wearing a pair of shorts and little else, I doubt it will last.
Pneumonia, for crying out loud! It’s such a Victorian disease! It’s like catching cholera! Ok, maybe more a 40s, 50s disease - but it's still like catching rickets. Why couldn’t I have caught mono or another fashionable disease? I refuse to be stricken by less than fashionable ailments, damn it! Personally I have doubts anyway, since when is nausea a pneumonia symptom? Of course coughing and phlegming sudafed everywhere is enough to make anyone nauseous. Or this vile muck that tastes like aniseed, I hate aniseed!
Needless to say, I still feel kind of goopy and horrible which is somewhat exacerbated by the invasion of the Female Collective (the Hive Vagina was not impressed that a member of the family was sick and his only carer was male, and therefore, in their eyes, incompetent and invaded with all the inexorable power of the Borg).
On the plus side this means the fridge, freezers and cupboards are full of extremely wonderful things to eat.
Down side is I don’t feel like eating any of it. Even though they believe that the way to make sick people eat is not to force feed them but to make food look so damn appetising that even the dead will rise to eat it.
Plus side is that after generations of healing the sick and the injured my inestimable female relatives are experts at knowing what food will stay down with a tender stomach (including, oddly, my Great Aunts Extra-Meaty Soap, which is a cross between thick soup, gravy and thin stew, rich and tasty but for some reason is better than tonic water and crackers for the nauseous) and how to flavour food so a stuffed nose can taste it.
Down side: same experience means they have between them an unholy list of concoctions, tinctures, poultices, creams and salves which would have had them all burned as witches in ages past.
Plus side, with their domineering presence, Beloved has been forced to shop sensibly (as opposed to our usual habit - 8 types of soy sauce, 3 kinds of Parma ham, couscous and no bread or milk)
Down side, they’re in mah cupboards, messing with mah food!
Still on the amusing side, Beloved has taken up Yoga. No, I don’t know why either, one of his enthusiasms I think (he’s so bad at this. He’ll see something and suddenly he wants to do it more than ANYTHING in the world and if he doesn’t do it/have it he might as well shrivel up and DIE because his life will have no meaning any more! then 2 weeks later he will be bored and find something else. I assume somewhere he has seen an advert/tc programme/net site about yoga). While it’s amusing to watching him stretch and strain wearing a pair of shorts and little else, I doubt it will last.
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Date: 2007-10-25 02:06 pm (UTC)Your family is great.
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Date: 2007-10-25 02:17 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-10-25 03:00 pm (UTC)As for the women thinking Beloved is not a good caretaker... maybe it's because most guys (Beloved not included in this, but I don't know him at all!), when viewed with an aching, puking, coughing, sneezing person, will either flee for the hills, hover uselessly, or kind of grunt and tell the sickee to "suck it up and deal."
When I was sick on a camping trip once (as in, puking... but it was due to an allergic reaction to the DEET-crap my boyfriend at the time sprayed all over the tent), the then-boyfriend drove me home, dropped me off to my mom, and then went back out to the campsite to stay there for the rest of the weekend. ....all I wanted was to be held, loved, and comforted. Funnily enough, when I was tossing cookies at the campsite, it was the women who were staying out there who were bringing me water, holding my hair back, and comforting me, and then my mom when I was home. Most guys... just don't understand that.
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Date: 2007-10-25 03:14 pm (UTC)Can I has the Extra-Meaty Soap recipe?
Oh, and the yoga thing. Me and Beloved are the same way. I find something of interest, as such, immerse myself in it, then get bored and toss it aside. Funny.
Hank
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Date: 2007-10-25 06:49 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-10-25 07:07 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-10-25 07:15 pm (UTC)Loved the Vagina Hive line! Sounds like you are feeling a bit better. At least the wit is still in fine working order! Quick recovery Spark!
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Date: 2007-10-25 07:22 pm (UTC)Hank
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Date: 2007-10-25 09:13 pm (UTC)....ignore violent hacking coughs for 3 weeks, get stretching semi nudity, ice cream, bed rest and good soup.
right. you're hopeless. i'm not even going to bother. =p
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Date: 2007-10-25 10:10 pm (UTC)While it’s amusing to watching him stretch and strain wearing a pair of shorts and little else
I'll just bet it is.
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Date: 2007-10-25 10:23 pm (UTC)I demand photos :)
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Date: 2007-10-25 11:33 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-10-26 02:40 am (UTC)No more avoiding doctors for you, at least when it comes to respiratory ickiness. Once you've had pneumonia you'll be more susceptible to it for a good long time (think years). You cannot afford to take a "wait and see" approach to little coughs in the future unless you really want to relive this magic. And, as someone else has pointed out, reliving the magic is not the worst possible outcome, so be careful with your lungs, 'kay?
Oh, and thanks a lot. My brain just cross-referenced the phrase "hive vagina" with WoW, and now I'm afraid to masturbate with anything less than a blue vibrator. Preferably "of the Monkey."
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Date: 2007-10-26 02:42 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-10-26 05:35 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-10-26 06:01 am (UTC)Aww poor thing *hugs*
Hope you feel better soon.
If you're bored, why don't you play the SAW IV game. It been advertised on Youtube, Myspace, etc. And pretty lame/gorey. But interesting. *has been obsessed with solving the riddle for a month now*
Now you'll HAVE to play."
In all seriousness, I hope you feel better. Pneumonia is serious business.
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Date: 2007-10-26 09:46 am (UTC)Glad you finally got doctored. Now sit back and enjoy it.
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Date: 2007-10-27 01:39 pm (UTC)and the family is evil too :)
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Date: 2007-10-27 01:43 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-10-27 01:44 pm (UTC)Run away from the illness! Fleeeeee!
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Date: 2007-10-28 06:58 pm (UTC)You may, we know you like some prime meat between your teeth. Even if it is soapy :p
The difference may be that beloved cannot be obsessively interested in something without maxing out his credit card on it. How does he even find yoga accessories anyway?
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Date: 2007-10-28 06:59 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-10-28 06:59 pm (UTC)Hmmm, think if I catch diptheria Beloved will take up pole dancing?
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Date: 2007-10-28 07:00 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-10-28 07:00 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-10-28 07:06 pm (UTC)Well... maybe not much more avoiding doctors when I can get away with it.... but I'm not putting up with this for years. The diseases is hereby evicted, not acceptable any more. no more sicky sicky.
Blue Vibrator of the Monkey? I think of the Champion sounds better :)
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Date: 2007-10-29 04:12 pm (UTC)I liked the Edwardian era... well, so long as I was rich and somehow managed to smuggle the internet back in time
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Date: 2007-10-29 04:12 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-10-29 04:14 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-10-29 04:15 pm (UTC)Tbankee
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Date: 2007-10-29 04:42 pm (UTC)Plus side: Dad came to his senses and apologized, and Mom gave me a sherry.
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Date: 2007-10-29 05:21 pm (UTC)