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Well, this illness isn’t going away, despite me thinkiong I was on the mend - several times only to relapse with a vengeance. In fact, methinks it has gotten worse in some ways. On the plus side eating is now actually possible without a stunning display of projectile vomiting (or, to be more accurate, pathetic dribbling since projectile vomiting would require far more energy than I actually have) but such progress is rather overshadowed by the continued severe shortness of breath and truly terrifying coughing. They’re so uncontrollably powerful that not only is my throat a raw not of pain and my head throbbing quite quite intolerably but that they leave me so dizzy that I actually fall over. I actually am mildly worried walking up and down the stairs alone for fear of falling. Of course this fails to be a problem because the energy required to reach the top of the staircase unaided seems to be more than I have at the moment.
Needless to say, this does not amuse the Sparky. And I’m quite sure the not-amused Sparky most certainly does not amuse Beloved since the Sparky prides himself on being the worst possible patient in the world.
My normal instinct with cold and even this dreaded influenza is to leave it alone and be thoroughly miserable. Regardless of what various elderly relatives insist I am pretty certain there aren’t any actual medicines out there that cure either ailment and precious little the doctor can provide that will make it go away. What the doctor, chemist and various insane elderly relatives who should be burned for witchcraft and most certainly will be if they don’t leave me alone and I can secure a safe supply of fire lighters or possibly a flame thrower, can provide is a number of concoctions that fight the symptoms and make you feel better. Of course, the symptoms aren’t actually the disease so much as your body’s sterling efforts to fight OFF the disease and attempts to feel better are just sabotage. The body wouldn’t make you feel hot and cold, sticky, oozy and generally horrible if it didn’t have a damn good reason. My general tactic is to keep warm, eat and drink as much as I am able and generally whine at people in a most pathetic fashion.
Of course, that could be a whole load of claptrap that stems from my utter revulsion to take any kind of medicine. Because I’m good at making clever sounding excuses for my irrational behaviour. Yes, yes I am. Look, the claptrap my clients come up with? You start expecting more from yourself when it comes to lame excuses.
However I am faced with the irritating fact that a disease that has dragged out for well into 3 weeks without any real sign of going away is probably not something I can ignore. I concede, the elephant is in the room and it’s time to shovel shit and change the carpeting. So I’m off to doctors next week - expect an extra grumpy sparky being compelled to take nasty little pills with nastier side effects in the near future.
I’ll try to catch up on journal/my email/my forums/etc etc as and when I can, but even typing this has been enervating and this is just transcribing my overly active thoughts to keyboard, I doubt I have the attention span to concentrate on reading *holds up Janny Wurts’ unfinished “Grand Conspiracy” as proof* Though it could be that the whole damn series just doesn’t seem to be going anywhere and hasn’t for the last 4 books.
Needless to say, this does not amuse the Sparky. And I’m quite sure the not-amused Sparky most certainly does not amuse Beloved since the Sparky prides himself on being the worst possible patient in the world.
My normal instinct with cold and even this dreaded influenza is to leave it alone and be thoroughly miserable. Regardless of what various elderly relatives insist I am pretty certain there aren’t any actual medicines out there that cure either ailment and precious little the doctor can provide that will make it go away. What the doctor, chemist and various insane elderly relatives who should be burned for witchcraft and most certainly will be if they don’t leave me alone and I can secure a safe supply of fire lighters or possibly a flame thrower, can provide is a number of concoctions that fight the symptoms and make you feel better. Of course, the symptoms aren’t actually the disease so much as your body’s sterling efforts to fight OFF the disease and attempts to feel better are just sabotage. The body wouldn’t make you feel hot and cold, sticky, oozy and generally horrible if it didn’t have a damn good reason. My general tactic is to keep warm, eat and drink as much as I am able and generally whine at people in a most pathetic fashion.
Of course, that could be a whole load of claptrap that stems from my utter revulsion to take any kind of medicine. Because I’m good at making clever sounding excuses for my irrational behaviour. Yes, yes I am. Look, the claptrap my clients come up with? You start expecting more from yourself when it comes to lame excuses.
However I am faced with the irritating fact that a disease that has dragged out for well into 3 weeks without any real sign of going away is probably not something I can ignore. I concede, the elephant is in the room and it’s time to shovel shit and change the carpeting. So I’m off to doctors next week - expect an extra grumpy sparky being compelled to take nasty little pills with nastier side effects in the near future.
I’ll try to catch up on journal/my email/my forums/etc etc as and when I can, but even typing this has been enervating and this is just transcribing my overly active thoughts to keyboard, I doubt I have the attention span to concentrate on reading *holds up Janny Wurts’ unfinished “Grand Conspiracy” as proof* Though it could be that the whole damn series just doesn’t seem to be going anywhere and hasn’t for the last 4 books.