sick

[dragonlady7]

My sinuses are all cloggy and gross, it's icky. Ears popping, no cough so far but a little wheezy.
This is NOT what I need. I'm skating tomorrow! Ugh.
I am putting fresh lemon in everything I drink, because I have a fresh lemon. I've taken a bunch of multivitamins but you know, I've been taking the vitamins every day for the better part of a year, and I've been sick for the last month solid. (I looked it up. I came up with the weird sore throat thing June fourth. That would be a month.)

I gotta do something about this. No one else at work is sick. At all. No sniffles, no coughs. Not even allergies. I don't know where I could have caught this from.
I've been getting plenty of sleep, and plenty of exercise.
It must be my diet. I don't know. I eat relatively well. I mean, it's heavy on the pasta and too light on the vegetables-- I always have to struggle to get vegetables into my diet, because they don't keep well and they're often complicated to prepare (in that they require you to have a clean cutting board, a clean knife, and a clean flat surface to put the board on, which is a lot more than I can usually ask of my kitchen. I did four dishwasher-loads of dishes last Sunday morning in between everything else [I didn't have time to do laundry so I did that on Monday, which was hectic and annoying], and since then we've filled up the sink again, and Z has begun stacking dirty dishes on the stove. I don't know why he couldn't do a load of dishes while I was at practice or something-- I did ask him if he would please please take out the garbage last night while I was at practice, but no, I had to do that when I got home-- I guess he's programming something. And when he's got a Project, he just stops doing anything else. Under the best of circumstances, he doesn't do shit; when he's got a Project, I long for the days when he simply didn't do shit, as opposed to now. Even emptying the coffee grounds out of the coffee maker is beyond him when he's like this. I was trying to make an attempt to keep up with dishes, to gradually increase the cleanliness of the house, but when the house's other occupant thinks 'cleaning up' involves putting the dishes from dinner, with the chicken bones still on them, into the frying pan and stacking it daintily atop the colander and leaving it there for a week... I can't make any progress. I have company coming from overseas the weekend after next. I don't know when I'll clean the house. Unless his mom goes out of town and I just send him over there so he at least isn't contributing to the mess. (She's going out of town, I just forget when.)
I'm just tired, and sick, and sick of being sick, and I cannot deal with the fact that every fucking horizontal surface in my kitchen is covered in dirty dishes and this does not bother Z. Not one bit. I have gotten to the point where I just reuse the same glass over and over, rinsing it out in the bathroom sink, because I can't stand to add to the load of dirty dishes. I don't use a plate, I rinse off the same fork. Z has four or five drinks a day, in different glasses; if he makes dinner and it requires a tablespoon of two different things, he won't rinse the tablespoon and reuse it: he'll get a second tablespoon and then leave both in the sink in a pool of stagnant water because there's a plate wedged over the drain.
AUGH.
Yeah, all that relaxation from July 4th has worn off. I should've cleaned the kitchen that day, but cleaning the kitchen with no help just makes me so angry, I decided I didn't want to be angry, I wanted to do something nice. And I'm glad I did it. But I hadn't reached the tipping point with the kitchen yet-- the dishes weren't stacked on the stove yet. Now they are. Now I'm flipping out. And also, I'm sick and tired and run-down and in pain. So it's not really... It's just sort of not good.

OK, I didn't really mean to go off on a rant like that. But it's really uncomfortable in here at the moment-- I have unequal pressure in my sinuses and my head hurts, and the database isn't working but the database admin isn't in, and yadda yadda so on so forth.
I was going to make myself feel better about the world by looking at the photo I posted last night of Chita, but either the Internet here is intermittently broken, or Flickr is down. Oddly, it really seems that it's Flickr that's down.
Bastards.
Grump, grump, grump.
Also I have no sense of smell or taste and that bugs the shit out of me. I have another restaurant review I have to do, and I can't taste anything. What the shit? I mean really.
At least for most of this past month that I've been constantly sick, it's just been my throat. You can still taste when it's just your throat.
Fucking sinuses. Why do we even have them? I'm'a get mine removed.

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[buschibaby.livejournal.com]

You forget that I am the slattern's slattern, m'dear. As long as there's a square metre for me to curl up and sleep in (and a kitten to curl up and sleep with), I'll be just fine. I may even help you clean up a bit - poor Sheila has housetrained me to a very small extent.