Bleh

[lynati]

today…has not gone well. I woke up feeling like crap, and stayed in bed a full two hours after I had intended to get up, which was also and hour later than I was supposed to call Amanda. Didn’t get a hold of her, and as it turned-when she called- out she had slept late too and wasn’t feeling well either, but due to the heat, so no yummy food will be made today. I’d just finished putting the first layer of rubber into the cast of my face we took yesterday, and I don’t know if it will take because the top half of the bucket that contains one of the two parts to the compound had settled out on top, and I’m not sure the liquid underneath- which was clearer than it should have been- will set properly with the other half. (I’ll go check after posting this.) I’d been back at my computer for maybe 20 minutes when I suffered a vertigo attack; about a minute after that without the feeling of extreme dizziness AND nausea was when Amanda called. I told her I expected it was low blood sugar, and nursed a coke while we chatted a bit. (today’s cooking plans have been postponed to tomorrow.) I thought the stomach part was nothing, only I threw up as soon as I got off the phone. Stayed in bath until the feeling died, which was nearly two hours…I managed to get down two pieces of bread and a tomato- the only non-frozen or packaged food I have in the house- but I still don’t feel well. My body temp is being quirky; I feel okay as far as that is concerned, but my skin is hot to the touch. And my eye is still both a little swollen and somewhat bloodshot from yesterday…at least it doesn’t hurt. I still have a bit of a headache, but all things told, it could have been worse. And it isn’t heat stroke. I’ve been drinking fluids steadily the last few days, and my mouth is far from dry. But the water does taste funny, and I’m out of juice…better change the filter and start using the Brita again. and more fresh food and juice will be attained tomorrow.

I still have my annoying philosophy homework to do tonight, which is to critique a certain poem in the Humanist, Formalist, and Post-Structuralist styles. Sigh.