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Dec. 13th, 2007 05:43 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lynatiMore on last night and this morning. Cut for length and vomiting.
So between one thing and another- dinner at my neighbor's, going with Aaron to do the "you just talk to this guy in Deadwind Pass and hearth back to Shattrah to talk to someone else" first part of the key for Kara chain which turned into, "talk to this guy, fight down into these two basements to take reading from the water sources, and get 10 essences off the mobs that seem to drop 1-in-5, and then go to DALARAN and talk to this guy and then hearth back to Shattrah-" so it took a little longer than I expected, PLUS doing the "check every link in the HP comic to see what works and what is broken" that I promised to do for lain (I did the main site and half for the 42-page comic- each comic page has 10 links on it and I don't want to miss anything), and taking the time to check some replies on forums- I didn't start my assignment until 9pm last night. and I didn't finish it, either, although I could have if I had started earlier and spread it out over the day, as sitting and typing in the same position- I have to have one foot on the pedal- for 3.5 hours makes my chest hurt. Or the ache harder to ignore anyway. But I stopped with 35 minutes left, and at my current rate and the good quality, that meant only an hour and a half of work for this morning.
I wound up going to bed around 4 or 5am, and then I slept through my alarm going off, but got up and then started work at 1:43 in the afternoon, still confident I'd have it done and turned in well before five, and thus more likely to land a new assignment this evening.
Well. I'd woken up with definitely a cold at the minimum. I told myself I could work through it, the sneezing and post-nasal drip might slow me down a little but it wasn't that bad. My stomach felt funny, so I had half a slice of bread and some orange juice and made it through the first half-hour, to what was supposed to be a 5-minute stretch-my-hands-out-and-drink-some-water break. I take a couple extra minutes to try and clear my lungs and my sinuses and do my best to ignore my stomach and get back to work.
That lasted literally all of four minutes, 2:23-2:27, before I had to lurch over to the bathroom and start what was the first of many waves of vomiting, that lasted probably thirty minutes in total. I think again the zinc took exacerbated my condition a little, but I'd only taken it about ten minutes earlier and my stomach had been queasy a lot longer, and there's no way that could have been anything less than some kind of bug. I'm half positive I was throwing up ooze that had already entered my intenstinal tract by the end, that's how painful this was and how emptied my stomach had to have been by that point. I slink into the tub, my usual zone of safety for when I am sick- it is easier to control my body temperature and the slightly weightless feeling is comforting, and also easier than a bed to clean up if you have one more round of vomiting, which I did. There is hot water, and a lot of it, because that's what feels good by then even though I just felt like my skin had been burning up for the last five minutes- and that I was too cold and too hot at the same time for a time prior to that. (You can't trust what temperatures you are feeling to be real when you are sick.) After the one more round of in-the-tub, my-god-where-is-left-for-this-to-be-coming-from, it-tastes-worst-than-bile illness, I finally start to feel a modicrum better. I'm exhausted, and I want to rest, and then I realize I am literally too tired to get out of the tub and walk the 12 feet to my bed in the next room. So I cut the water off when it is only half full, make sure I'm in a position that there is no way I can wind up face-first in the water unless someone comes along and dunks me, and drowse. and drowse. the tub is draining slow, so every now and then I turn the hot water back on and switch sides. I honestly didn't think I had fallen asleep at all, until the last time I went to turn over I'd realized I'd been dreaming. And I was still too tired to care. Time gets malleable when you are sick, too, so I wasn't sure how long I'd been there, but what felt like 20 minutes turned out to be 2 hours. The last time this happened, the so-sick-I'm-losing-time-while-in-a-tub, was four years ago on the last night of the 2003 Gathering when I turned out to have heatstroke.
Anyway, I feel a lot better now, my head is clear and I'm not shivering and feeling hot at the same time any more, and I've nibbling a bit on oatmeal and tea and the other half of the slice of bread from earlier. My stomach still hurts, but I think it's a combination of hunger and repeated regurgitation stress on it. I'm working my way back to work, which I think I will have to take more breaks along the way because if sitting in the way I have to gets uncomfortable for too long, I'm now literally likely to throw up. Frankly, between this and last Friday, I've more than met my quota on that for the quarter.
I was also supposed to have dinner out with my sister tonight to celebrate her just finishing her college finals for the semester, but I called to beg off citing possible contagiousness. Also, raw fish and yummy spicy food on stomach that just went through what mine had? Not a good idea.
Oh, and Allaine sent me an adorably amusing Christmas card- caroling card, actually- that I have above my computer. It and the phone call to Norcumi have done wonders for making me feel better. Thank you, friends.
So between one thing and another- dinner at my neighbor's, going with Aaron to do the "you just talk to this guy in Deadwind Pass and hearth back to Shattrah to talk to someone else" first part of the key for Kara chain which turned into, "talk to this guy, fight down into these two basements to take reading from the water sources, and get 10 essences off the mobs that seem to drop 1-in-5, and then go to DALARAN and talk to this guy and then hearth back to Shattrah-" so it took a little longer than I expected, PLUS doing the "check every link in the HP comic to see what works and what is broken" that I promised to do for lain (I did the main site and half for the 42-page comic- each comic page has 10 links on it and I don't want to miss anything), and taking the time to check some replies on forums- I didn't start my assignment until 9pm last night. and I didn't finish it, either, although I could have if I had started earlier and spread it out over the day, as sitting and typing in the same position- I have to have one foot on the pedal- for 3.5 hours makes my chest hurt. Or the ache harder to ignore anyway. But I stopped with 35 minutes left, and at my current rate and the good quality, that meant only an hour and a half of work for this morning.
I wound up going to bed around 4 or 5am, and then I slept through my alarm going off, but got up and then started work at 1:43 in the afternoon, still confident I'd have it done and turned in well before five, and thus more likely to land a new assignment this evening.
Well. I'd woken up with definitely a cold at the minimum. I told myself I could work through it, the sneezing and post-nasal drip might slow me down a little but it wasn't that bad. My stomach felt funny, so I had half a slice of bread and some orange juice and made it through the first half-hour, to what was supposed to be a 5-minute stretch-my-hands-out-and-drink-some-water break. I take a couple extra minutes to try and clear my lungs and my sinuses and do my best to ignore my stomach and get back to work.
That lasted literally all of four minutes, 2:23-2:27, before I had to lurch over to the bathroom and start what was the first of many waves of vomiting, that lasted probably thirty minutes in total. I think again the zinc took exacerbated my condition a little, but I'd only taken it about ten minutes earlier and my stomach had been queasy a lot longer, and there's no way that could have been anything less than some kind of bug. I'm half positive I was throwing up ooze that had already entered my intenstinal tract by the end, that's how painful this was and how emptied my stomach had to have been by that point. I slink into the tub, my usual zone of safety for when I am sick- it is easier to control my body temperature and the slightly weightless feeling is comforting, and also easier than a bed to clean up if you have one more round of vomiting, which I did. There is hot water, and a lot of it, because that's what feels good by then even though I just felt like my skin had been burning up for the last five minutes- and that I was too cold and too hot at the same time for a time prior to that. (You can't trust what temperatures you are feeling to be real when you are sick.) After the one more round of in-the-tub, my-god-where-is-left-for-this-to-be-coming-from, it-tastes-worst-than-bile illness, I finally start to feel a modicrum better. I'm exhausted, and I want to rest, and then I realize I am literally too tired to get out of the tub and walk the 12 feet to my bed in the next room. So I cut the water off when it is only half full, make sure I'm in a position that there is no way I can wind up face-first in the water unless someone comes along and dunks me, and drowse. and drowse. the tub is draining slow, so every now and then I turn the hot water back on and switch sides. I honestly didn't think I had fallen asleep at all, until the last time I went to turn over I'd realized I'd been dreaming. And I was still too tired to care. Time gets malleable when you are sick, too, so I wasn't sure how long I'd been there, but what felt like 20 minutes turned out to be 2 hours. The last time this happened, the so-sick-I'm-losing-time-while-in-a-tub, was four years ago on the last night of the 2003 Gathering when I turned out to have heatstroke.
Anyway, I feel a lot better now, my head is clear and I'm not shivering and feeling hot at the same time any more, and I've nibbling a bit on oatmeal and tea and the other half of the slice of bread from earlier. My stomach still hurts, but I think it's a combination of hunger and repeated regurgitation stress on it. I'm working my way back to work, which I think I will have to take more breaks along the way because if sitting in the way I have to gets uncomfortable for too long, I'm now literally likely to throw up. Frankly, between this and last Friday, I've more than met my quota on that for the quarter.
I was also supposed to have dinner out with my sister tonight to celebrate her just finishing her college finals for the semester, but I called to beg off citing possible contagiousness. Also, raw fish and yummy spicy food on stomach that just went through what mine had? Not a good idea.
Oh, and Allaine sent me an adorably amusing Christmas card- caroling card, actually- that I have above my computer. It and the phone call to Norcumi have done wonders for making me feel better. Thank you, friends.
