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blegh and Dr Who Spoilers
Jul. 2nd, 2007 02:41 pmOh yay, being ill. How I love thee.
To clarify : spent yesterday feeling woozy and on the sofa with head/jaw ache in and out of doze, with added 'as soon as you start feeling good enough to get up and get some water, and the water is in your stomach? You know what we're going to do? Projectile vomiting.' Eventually this stopped. At seven pm.
Caught up with lj, and the many pics of JB at Pride (including the adorable clip of him kissing Scott in public for the first time in honor of their anniversary. AWWWWWWW.)
Woke up bright and perky (no, really. Really, really perky, the kind of 'hello trees, hello world' perky) at 8am, washed, dressed, breakfast and suddenly body goes '...no, we've decided that being upright is not a good thing.' Sat down and subjected self to BBC Breakfast for twenty minutes. By 9am, still hadn't gone, so phoned workmate to warn her I might not be in. Surfed t'net for a bit. 10am. Mild headache starts. Which is normally the sign of ick. Phoned work - boss not due in yet, so got reception and left message that was not well and might be in later if feeling better. Spent rest of morning listless and woozy. 2pm, start feeling better, and it's gorgeously sunny out there, so decide that I might as well take the recycling out and traipse towards Regents Park to laze. Get down to recycling bins which are all of 20 yards outside flats, and head goes 'fuck that, upright is not a good look on us.'
So now ensconced back on sofa in jammies. :mutter: And taking nurofen has somehow made head go even wonkier. Still, at least I can keep food and water down.
( Dr Who spoilers )
To clarify : spent yesterday feeling woozy and on the sofa with head/jaw ache in and out of doze, with added 'as soon as you start feeling good enough to get up and get some water, and the water is in your stomach? You know what we're going to do? Projectile vomiting.' Eventually this stopped. At seven pm.
Caught up with lj, and the many pics of JB at Pride (including the adorable clip of him kissing Scott in public for the first time in honor of their anniversary. AWWWWWWW.)
Woke up bright and perky (no, really. Really, really perky, the kind of 'hello trees, hello world' perky) at 8am, washed, dressed, breakfast and suddenly body goes '...no, we've decided that being upright is not a good thing.' Sat down and subjected self to BBC Breakfast for twenty minutes. By 9am, still hadn't gone, so phoned workmate to warn her I might not be in. Surfed t'net for a bit. 10am. Mild headache starts. Which is normally the sign of ick. Phoned work - boss not due in yet, so got reception and left message that was not well and might be in later if feeling better. Spent rest of morning listless and woozy. 2pm, start feeling better, and it's gorgeously sunny out there, so decide that I might as well take the recycling out and traipse towards Regents Park to laze. Get down to recycling bins which are all of 20 yards outside flats, and head goes 'fuck that, upright is not a good look on us.'
So now ensconced back on sofa in jammies. :mutter: And taking nurofen has somehow made head go even wonkier. Still, at least I can keep food and water down.
( Dr Who spoilers )
