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Aug. 26th, 2007 11:39 amLast night, I feared my stomach was going to attempt a faithful reenactment of a particular scene from Alien. You know the one. And I had had enough of Stomach's ill temper today. Work was one thing, but to pry me from my beloved Shiny's tech specs? Unacceptable!
It was time to do war with the stomach.
Imodium. Midol (Menstrual formula). Yogurt. Hot pads, applied with extreme persistence to stomach and back (at one point it was wedged in my sports bra, which I must say is a fabulous way of getting out the knots in ones back!). Heavy Sleep. And when I was standing without weaving, a restoring cup of Tazo Chai, doused heavily with soy milk to tame the strong flavor.
As of 11am, I am declaring martial law on Body. So far, no civil unrest, as I am sitting at the desk now, upright, and barely woozy. I think Lappy realizes that he, too, is being replaced, because now he won't load at all. And last night I spent the worst of the pain reading a book on my Dana Wireless, after it initially had a moment of not working itself. This morning, though, George is being remarkably calm, and hasn't had a memory flare up or crashed yet.
Fever is still a steady 99.1, but according to housemates, my forehead no longer feels like 3pm in the heart of Death Valley, so this can only bode well for my chances of a quick recovery. The good news is I have until 3pm to call in to work and let them know if I can come in for the floorset, so as long as I actually rest (and stop obsessing over Shiny's tech specs) I should be fine. Hopefully. With a lot of tea.
It was time to do war with the stomach.
Imodium. Midol (Menstrual formula). Yogurt. Hot pads, applied with extreme persistence to stomach and back (at one point it was wedged in my sports bra, which I must say is a fabulous way of getting out the knots in ones back!). Heavy Sleep. And when I was standing without weaving, a restoring cup of Tazo Chai, doused heavily with soy milk to tame the strong flavor.
As of 11am, I am declaring martial law on Body. So far, no civil unrest, as I am sitting at the desk now, upright, and barely woozy. I think Lappy realizes that he, too, is being replaced, because now he won't load at all. And last night I spent the worst of the pain reading a book on my Dana Wireless, after it initially had a moment of not working itself. This morning, though, George is being remarkably calm, and hasn't had a memory flare up or crashed yet.
Fever is still a steady 99.1, but according to housemates, my forehead no longer feels like 3pm in the heart of Death Valley, so this can only bode well for my chances of a quick recovery. The good news is I have until 3pm to call in to work and let them know if I can come in for the floorset, so as long as I actually rest (and stop obsessing over Shiny's tech specs) I should be fine. Hopefully. With a lot of tea.
