Ookings of d00m

Every now and then, I go through the fridge and get rid of stuff that has gone off.

Apparently, this time I waited too long.

Things I found in the fridge tonight:
( cut for the squeamish )

Having an asthma attack intense enough that even after 2 puffs on the inhaler I could breathe, coughing hard enough to drop me to my knees. Grabbed my coat and ran outside - if it's allergies from HVAC mold clean air will help.

ETA: definitely allergies. Went back inside to get my stuff, was wheezing before I got to my desk. A coworker carried my stuff out for me. Breathing got better once I got outside. Now sitting in my car letting breathing get back to normal before driving home. I hate when the air tries to kill me.

I am definitely sick - the fever has started in earnest now, in addition to the constant gut issues. This is definitely what Lizard has. So at least we know it's not an ulcer - yay?

I am amused and annoyed that the biggest issue in getting sick for me is that I don't think I can justify going to the gym tonight.

We at Beta Colony have a fever. Things we have discovered that are not effective prescriptions for our fever:

• More cowbell


• In fact, any amount of cowbell


• Battlestar Galactica


• Going to work


• Chocolate


• Neal Stephenson


• Batman


• Doing laundry

Weird morning. Near home, traffic was far lighter than it usually would be at that time of day. On the 401, things got ugly, due to a big accidnet closing multiple lanes westbound near winston churchill, which is the exit after mine on the highway. I got off early, and found the alternate routes also insanely packed, and then got trapped at an intersection with seperate left turn signal lights that had my group of left-turners miss an entire light cycle.

When I got in, the walk from the parking lot to the office was enough to have the poor air quality set off my mild asthma - by the time I got upstairs, I sounded like Darth Vader. During his death scene. I pulled out the inhaler, so now I can mostly breathe okay, but I have a splitting headache, my heart rate is up, and the twitchy feeling in my veins suggests that the blood pressure jumped up, too. Breathing's still not 100%, and I feel like crud. If I don't start to feel better soon, I'm going to go back home, assuming I'm safe to drive.

On the plus side; I went out for drinks with captainmushroom last night at what the Toronto Star calls "probably the most authentic Irish pub in the city".

Also, Zil and I are off to see Hellboy tonight. Hellboy! And apparently The Dark Knight actually lives up to the hype - the CBC's Jesse Wente (sp?) called it "not just the best superhero movie of the summer, but the best superhero movie of all time". Apparently Ledger's performance is amazing. I look forward to that, but I'm not going opening weekend.

Still sick. Cold meds are nice, but I have no brain today. I am working on keeping the cough drugged into submission until the doc on Thursday - last night while driving int he blizzard I had a coughing fit so intense my vision went to blue stars for about 5 seconds. I worked very hard on just not coughing after that.

I just realised something. I got a small bonus from work (about 25% of what it would be if the company wasn't doing abysmally), but that's money I wasn't expecting to get. I *could* spend that money on some ties and cravats and maybe a frock coat from the Gentleman's Emporium... This cannot end well. But... puff ties! Cravats! Gloves! Trousers! Frock coats! I should be glad, at least, that I don't partcularly like any of their waistcoats.

Saved! They won't ship to Canada.

I should be getting work done, but I has no brane.

Gooooood workout tonight.

I have coco camino spicy hot chocolate. I find I acutally like it more than the dagobah xocolatl; the former has more chili/cinnamon/ginger, while the latter has better chocolate.

I had hoped that the weather and roads would have improved by now. Now so luck. I'm farting around at work reading Lj and Girl Genius while I finish my hot chocolate. I think next I will go out, clean off my car and take a short drive to find somewhere to eat while I still can.

My lungs aren't very happy with me; thankfully I appear to have a doctor's appointment Thursday morning, so I can talk to the doc about the cough that's now in it's 4th or 5th week, and worsening - plus whatever the infection is seems to have spread to my eye.

Now, to go face the frost giants.

I am officially sick and tired of being sick and tired. I only seem to have enough juice to make it through 50-60% of a day at this point. I have little brain, and have become extremely flakey, missing phone calls and e-mails as I wander about in a daze.

Even with the e-mail from my mother, and a reminder from my phone and e-mail, I mamaged to not call my brother to wish him a happy birthday yesterday. I am the worst non-abusive family person evar.

( To doom list )

I appear to be sick. I woke up this morning feeling like I'd been fellating the Lust device from Se7en. Going back to be in the hopes that it will feel better when I wake up.

No, not the fun kind of drugs.

I hab a code. Sinus ick, coughing, etc.

As part of this, I've been taking dayquil to keep me functional at work. I noticed that they have a new formula; instead of pseudoephedrine, they've got phenylephrine hydrochloride in them, which is a) a somewhat less good decongestant and b) a much weaker stimulant and c) cannot be used to make crystal meth, which is why the formula changed.

This is pleasing to me, since it means I don't have to worry about it keeping me up. Except that the cold is hitting me in such a way that I'm finding I now need to supplment the dayquil with tea to keep my eyes open. I'm definitely happy to have the option of controlling my stimulant intake, though.