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I've been better, thanks
Jesus, it all happens at once, doesn't it? I had that lurgie last weekend, my period this week, and I've spent the last 36 hours contending with a fairly vile gastrointestinal something. I may have to thank homeopathy for the fact I didn't throw up or have unfortunate episodes in the loo, but the fever and chills, stinking headache, painful shoulders, back and hips, constant nausea, painful stomach (with xtra bonus cramps last night), and inability to eat anything other than 3 mouthfuls of porridge and 12 Japanese-style rice crackers since yesterday morning have been sufficiently bothersome all on their own. In fact, I have never felt so ill in my life as I did last night, except perhaps when I had hepatitis as a kidlet (I had the horrible thought that somehow I was having another dose, but I'm not jaundiced, or, indeed, vomiting, thank god).
Also - and this is a symptom of how my energy's been worn down - while I'm fine with living by myself almost all the time, things like that make realise how difficult it could be if I were ever seriously ill. I felt rotten enough last night that I was laying plans for how to get to the A&E clinic if I felt I was getting severely dehydrated or more feverish. Sure, I have a couple of people to call on if it gets that bad, but it's awkward. And embarrassing actually. I suppose I just need to suck up the fact I can't be capable all the time. Hah.
Come to think of it, though, if it was a norovirus-type something, it's better to not have anyone else around. I haven't done anything projectile-ish with my body fluids, but reducing the amount of potential exposure to the greeblies is a good thing. At least I'm clean in my personal habits.
Must get myself a thermometer, though. I didn't have a clue what my temperature was at its worst, and it might have helped some of my more paranoid thoughts if I knew it wasn't high enough to be something like meningitis.
You know, I had much more fun plans for my weekend. It sucks.
Also - and this is a symptom of how my energy's been worn down - while I'm fine with living by myself almost all the time, things like that make realise how difficult it could be if I were ever seriously ill. I felt rotten enough last night that I was laying plans for how to get to the A&E clinic if I felt I was getting severely dehydrated or more feverish. Sure, I have a couple of people to call on if it gets that bad, but it's awkward. And embarrassing actually. I suppose I just need to suck up the fact I can't be capable all the time. Hah.
Come to think of it, though, if it was a norovirus-type something, it's better to not have anyone else around. I haven't done anything projectile-ish with my body fluids, but reducing the amount of potential exposure to the greeblies is a good thing. At least I'm clean in my personal habits.
Must get myself a thermometer, though. I didn't have a clue what my temperature was at its worst, and it might have helped some of my more paranoid thoughts if I knew it wasn't high enough to be something like meningitis.
You know, I had much more fun plans for my weekend. It sucks.
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Do you mind if I friend you?
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I've friended you back and added you to my "kink-pos" filter (although I'm a mere n00b) - let me know if the latter doesn't appeal.
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(Is this the LJ version of 'getting to know you', by finding out which filters we're comfortable with?)
Oh and...nice to meet you :)