Ookings of d00m

I am home sick today. I came down with a fairly high fever last night, and while it has come down, it hasn't gone away.

I haven't had a fever like this since university, when I spent a week wrestling Pierre Trudeau for the Canadian flag. My fever dreams/hallucinations (some of it definitely happened when I was awake) were a little more odd this time. I was rolling and bending three distinct realities together, twisting sharp corners and soft curls. One reality was Agni, the Voice of Fire, with which I spoke. Another was Earth, and the third was wind and water. In shaping these realities, I was constructing a perfect world through unassailably flawless economic models.

You hear that right - I hallucinated Lovecraftian economics. Thankfully, I cannot recall the details now, or it would surely drive me mad. Also, I have stopped hearing the answers to my telepathic questions before I ask them.

My brain, it is weird.

Someone seems to have fiulled my stomach with pickled zombie ferrets. Staying home today. I hope I will feel well enough for games night tonight, but for now, just ugh.

Dear body,

Blood goes on the inside. Not the outside. Just so you know.

(My nose has been bleeding today, far more than I would like. I am tired of tasting my own blood and hope this stops. I am whiney.)

I went and saw BodyWorlds today, finally,with pez_minotaur who was, remarkably, not only on time, but a little early(!) and the fabulous grrlgoddess who was there waiting for us when we arrived. We romped around through the science centre for a while, and had a lot of fun (my karate chop is 71 kph! My grip strength, however, is low). The best parts of the OSC were closed, though, so we ended up wandering up to the BodyWorlds entrance early, where I ran into whynotsteve, moonlite_mile and the kidling, who'd already been through.

BodyWorlds itself was great. It didn't hit me with the same emotional impact it did others, but I sort of expected that. I was glad to have two black-humoured omnivores to go through with.

After that, there was videogames, work interruptions, food, David Bowie's package, and costume lust.

( Pouting and whining within - ignore  )

It has been an exciting morning. After spending the entire night shivering with fever, despite Tylenol, neeuqdrazil started puking this morning, and had pain in her abdomen. After a call to telehealth, we gathered ourselves up and went to the emergency room. After a couple hours of waiting in an exam room thingy, the Doc came by and diagnosed stomach flu, and sent us home.

neeuqdrazil is trying to sleep in the bedroom, curled up next to a bucket. I'm going to stay here for a while to make sure she's ok - she in a lot of pain, and she's pretty weak. I've stocked up on gatorade to keep her going.

Well, that sucked.

I went to the gym, but had to cut it short.

While I was doing cardio on the cross-trainer, the heart rate monitor suddenly started going nuts, jumping back and forth between 120, 178, 132, etc., then it dropped to 100. Not long after that, the machine cranked the resistance way up to get my heart rate up, and before long, I couldn't move the handles, so I stopped, and cleaned the machine off. At that point, I noticed that I was shaking a bit, and wheezing. Breathing became more difficult, and I started to get dizzy. I had to stop in a heap against a wall to make it back to the change room where my inhaler was. I haven't had an asthma attack in a couple years - I believe it's the pollution/heat/humidity that does it. The inhaler helped enough to get me mobile again, but I'm still feeling like poop.

Anyone get the number of that truck?

After a nice night yesterday, I went to bed early planning on getting extra sleep. Instead, I spent the entire night coughing, and not getting much sleep at all.

At 6am, I got out of bed, then decided that I was too exhausted to go to work, and fell back asleep until 11.

At 11, I e-mailed in to work to tell them that I was sick. I then ate lunch, shaved and showered, and was getting stir-crazy. I started to think "Hey, I should go into work for the rest of the day."

Then, while getting dressed I fell asleep. For three hours.

Part of me still thinks I should go be active. I want to go to the gym tonight! I think I'm done sleeping, and I have a theory that rigorous exercise is good for respiratory infections.

On the other hand, I still haven't managed to get pants on.

Life is going to be psychosis inducing for the next little while. There is a lot that is coming, and I am not willing to let any of it slip.

• Work is insane, and going to remain that way. I have been busy enough with things that people bring to my desk for the past three weeks that I'm not getting any of my actual work done, and my 2nd deadline for it is Friday. I wanted to do extra work tonight, but it hasn't happened. I'm seriously considering working from home for a day so that people will leave me alone long enough to get some stuff done.


• My eyes are still infected. I get to poke myself in the eye to smear goo on it every four hours. I think it's helping, but the itching is maddening. I'm also not big on the being half-blind for 15-20 minutes after putting it in either.


• While I'm relatively not-sick (for the first time since November), I need to get my gym regimen fixed; I've been putting on weight, and that Will Not Do. It's bad for my cholesterol and blood pressure (both of which seem to have gotten worse as well), which is bad for my living to 50 chances. I went tonight and had a full workout. I want two more this week.


• Food has also gotten out of control. I need to fix my eating habits again. It's mostly just resuming a couple lapsed habits, but it makes a surprising difference. Again, though I need to get things under control again. And I want to, for reasons including general health, and vanity.


• My brain is coming up with a lot of side projects that want to be done. Whether they do or not will depend on time and energy. But I'm not willing to give up on having a life either. Socialising and seeing Peoples is another priority that I do not want to let slip.

This should all be manageable, if tough. ACUS should be a welcome break when it comes.

It seems like a hell of thing right now, because the endorphin/adrenaline rush form the gym is wearing off, and I'm beginning to feel sore and tired. I want to clench my teeth and stomp through it all though, because I know I'll feel better on the other side.