aking head
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dragonlady7Samuel Pepys occasionally complains, in his diary, of an "aking head", and the archaic misspelling kind of compels me. Aking. O, how my head akes.
It does, though. Sinuses.
No flu. Still no flu. I wasted the whole day Thurs on Z's costume, making it more than perfect-- it was awesome. And as I felt increasingly shitty as the day went on, I resigned myself to the flu, and did not waste any time on my costume.
And then woke Friday morning feeling... exactly the same as the previous morning. A little stuffy, a little achy, but the flushed sense of fever was gone, and I obviously did not have the flu.
G-- argh! Really?
I'm sick, sure, but not very. And whatever I have, it's not the flu. Really. Really! Ugh!
So I went to work and while there, whipped out a clever logo on a piece of cotton, and when I got home, I basted it onto a plain white t-shirt, put on pyjama pants and a bathrobe, and a hat with a pig snout on it. The logo?
Hamthrax, to look just like the band Anthrax's logo. I did an awesome job in metallic Sharpie outlined with black, if I do say so myself.
Z arrayed himself as Jesus in magical mystical awesome splendor, and I schlubbed myself up special, and off we went to the party.
I was falling asleep where I stood, plastic cup in hand, by eleven. I toughed it out, with the help of some amusing conversations, and managed to make it until 1. But I was sleepy, and my head ached progressively worse and worse.
This morning Chita woke me yowling to go out at 7:30. I was so furious that I actually chucked her outside into the pouring rain and watched her freak out. But it was the time I needed to get up, and I'd've slept through the alarm otherwise, so I shouldn't be so cranky.
Sinus headache much worse, really unpleasant, but I still don't have flu. Boss was at work despite his flu, as he says quarantine is pointless. Thanks, boss. So I will have it soon. I know it's waiting-- I requested off several days next week, which I never do, so that I could make the 300-mile pilgrimage to my parents' house, in honor of my father's 65th birthday. I realized that I hadn't been home since spring, and so hadn't ever celebrated my own birthday with them. But this just means that either I'll get the flu right before I was planning to leave, and miss my only opportunity to see anyone blood-related before, maybe, February (which is the next time I'm allowed to have time off, I'm told), or it'll show up while I'm there and I'll infect everyone and be responsible for Rensselaer County succumbing to the pandemic. Sweet.
It does, though. Sinuses.
No flu. Still no flu. I wasted the whole day Thurs on Z's costume, making it more than perfect-- it was awesome. And as I felt increasingly shitty as the day went on, I resigned myself to the flu, and did not waste any time on my costume.
And then woke Friday morning feeling... exactly the same as the previous morning. A little stuffy, a little achy, but the flushed sense of fever was gone, and I obviously did not have the flu.
G-- argh! Really?
I'm sick, sure, but not very. And whatever I have, it's not the flu. Really. Really! Ugh!
So I went to work and while there, whipped out a clever logo on a piece of cotton, and when I got home, I basted it onto a plain white t-shirt, put on pyjama pants and a bathrobe, and a hat with a pig snout on it. The logo?
Hamthrax, to look just like the band Anthrax's logo. I did an awesome job in metallic Sharpie outlined with black, if I do say so myself.
Z arrayed himself as Jesus in magical mystical awesome splendor, and I schlubbed myself up special, and off we went to the party.
I was falling asleep where I stood, plastic cup in hand, by eleven. I toughed it out, with the help of some amusing conversations, and managed to make it until 1. But I was sleepy, and my head ached progressively worse and worse.
This morning Chita woke me yowling to go out at 7:30. I was so furious that I actually chucked her outside into the pouring rain and watched her freak out. But it was the time I needed to get up, and I'd've slept through the alarm otherwise, so I shouldn't be so cranky.
Sinus headache much worse, really unpleasant, but I still don't have flu. Boss was at work despite his flu, as he says quarantine is pointless. Thanks, boss. So I will have it soon. I know it's waiting-- I requested off several days next week, which I never do, so that I could make the 300-mile pilgrimage to my parents' house, in honor of my father's 65th birthday. I realized that I hadn't been home since spring, and so hadn't ever celebrated my own birthday with them. But this just means that either I'll get the flu right before I was planning to leave, and miss my only opportunity to see anyone blood-related before, maybe, February (which is the next time I'm allowed to have time off, I'm told), or it'll show up while I'm there and I'll infect everyone and be responsible for Rensselaer County succumbing to the pandemic. Sweet.
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