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Feb. 26th, 2008 11:16 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dragonlady7Big whiny whiny me. Derby prctice was not cancelled, so I happily went, though I was feeling a bit icky and lung-hurty by then. You know, nothin liek a good workout to help clear lung-crap and chase aches from muscles and have you feeling bttera bout yourelf.
I akated about 45 secons' worth of laps and couldn't keep up with the reasonable pace. I dropped out and ircled the outside of the track for a few laps, then stopped, sucking wind so hard I was growl/wheezing deep in my chest.
Fortunately that was the point whene we had our Albany Espionage review meeting, so I sat quietly in the snackbar and got cold while we talked it over. I agreed, we all agreed we needed to start looking outward, reaching out to the wider community, nationally and internationally. I said I'd take that on as part of my PR stuff, me and Sweets could finish up the WFTDA application, start networking to get some letters of recommendation from toher leagues.
By the end of the meeting, though, I felt pretty achy and feverish. I skated one more lap but couldn't move my legs much. M yfingers and arms are stiff, and m feet won't get warm. Apologies for the typos. I begged Z to make me some tea, which he did, so hurrah for him. I hurt everywhere. And the coughing is really painful now.
Booooo. I wish I hadn't called in Friday. I wasn't sick yet. And I had too much shit to do; since I wans't really sick yet I didn't nap, didn't stave off illness, insted I ran around trying to catch up on shit. I did the non-dishwasherable dishes, figuring I'd get the dishwasher loaded some other time, and I did all the laundry, but the sink is full again-- I never got to the dishwasher, and Somebody Who Also Lives Here hasn't touched a dish in a couple weeks now. So you can't even tell I had the day off, it's not like the house is better than it was. And I'm sick, and now too guilty to take a second sick day for the same illness, so close together.
And it's snowing out there, and I'll have to shovel tomorrow. I told Z I'd need his help if the snow was that deep, and he was really sarcastic about it, so I'm really feeling down about that too. I just feel bad. Boo, I hate all these whiny entries in a row.
Go read my Albany trip recap instead, it's mostly not-whiny.
I akated about 45 secons' worth of laps and couldn't keep up with the reasonable pace. I dropped out and ircled the outside of the track for a few laps, then stopped, sucking wind so hard I was growl/wheezing deep in my chest.
Fortunately that was the point whene we had our Albany Espionage review meeting, so I sat quietly in the snackbar and got cold while we talked it over. I agreed, we all agreed we needed to start looking outward, reaching out to the wider community, nationally and internationally. I said I'd take that on as part of my PR stuff, me and Sweets could finish up the WFTDA application, start networking to get some letters of recommendation from toher leagues.
By the end of the meeting, though, I felt pretty achy and feverish. I skated one more lap but couldn't move my legs much. M yfingers and arms are stiff, and m feet won't get warm. Apologies for the typos. I begged Z to make me some tea, which he did, so hurrah for him. I hurt everywhere. And the coughing is really painful now.
Booooo. I wish I hadn't called in Friday. I wasn't sick yet. And I had too much shit to do; since I wans't really sick yet I didn't nap, didn't stave off illness, insted I ran around trying to catch up on shit. I did the non-dishwasherable dishes, figuring I'd get the dishwasher loaded some other time, and I did all the laundry, but the sink is full again-- I never got to the dishwasher, and Somebody Who Also Lives Here hasn't touched a dish in a couple weeks now. So you can't even tell I had the day off, it's not like the house is better than it was. And I'm sick, and now too guilty to take a second sick day for the same illness, so close together.
And it's snowing out there, and I'll have to shovel tomorrow. I told Z I'd need his help if the snow was that deep, and he was really sarcastic about it, so I'm really feeling down about that too. I just feel bad. Boo, I hate all these whiny entries in a row.
Go read my Albany trip recap instead, it's mostly not-whiny.
