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Dec. 11th, 2016
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ugh i am a puddle of heavy weak nothingness. i did manage to eat a single pancake. i have had one pancake in 36 hours. i have hydrated enough that i have gone pee twice in 36 hours. hm.
it is snowing in buffalo. it is snowing in syracuse. it is on its way to snowing here. 3-6″ accumulation expected.
i could call in sick to work tomorrow, surely, but it’s going to snow tomorrow too. i’m going to have to drive home in the snow. one way or another.
CDC says that norovirus is contagious from just before the onset of symptoms until some variable amount of time after they subside. this is useless. trying to stay put until i’m not contagious is stupid because nobody knows how long i’ll be contagious. it could be weeks.
i’m going to be miserable no matter what. i just need to determine whether i’m strong enough to actually handle a vehicle for 5 hours.
This is probably the busiest time of ever at work though, and mondays are the worst-worst-worst, and ugh.
ugh i am a puddle of heavy weak nothingness. i did manage to eat a single pancake. i have had one pancake in 36 hours. i have hydrated enough that i have gone pee twice in 36 hours. hm.
it is snowing in buffalo. it is snowing in syracuse. it is on its way to snowing here. 3-6″ accumulation expected.
i could call in sick to work tomorrow, surely, but it’s going to snow tomorrow too. i’m going to have to drive home in the snow. one way or another.
CDC says that norovirus is contagious from just before the onset of symptoms until some variable amount of time after they subside. this is useless. trying to stay put until i’m not contagious is stupid because nobody knows how long i’ll be contagious. it could be weeks.
i’m going to be miserable no matter what. i just need to determine whether i’m strong enough to actually handle a vehicle for 5 hours.
This is probably the busiest time of ever at work though, and mondays are the worst-worst-worst, and ugh.
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hydrate more, call in sick, one pancake is not enough energy to handle a car on a snowy road, please be safe
ineptshieldmaid
Do not drive stay where you are
magickedteacup
Don’t drive on one pancake D:
You are all wise and that is my eventual choice. But it’s going to be snowy overnight and well into tomorrow. I’m only postponing the ordeal. But maybe I’ll be stronger tomorrow. I keep thinking I’m doing pretty well, and then I do something like, walk up a flight of stairs, and then I have to lie down for twenty minutes. So. (I brushed my hair, and my arms were so heavy by the end that I thought they’d fall off, which is hilarious and pathetic because my hair is long enough that I can brush most of it without raising my arms.)
It’s more the contagion I’m worried about. I mean, I could probably manage not to infect my coworkers if I were freshly showered and dressed in clean clothes and brought a bottle of hand sanitizer and kept myself to myself. But my dude? No way. He’s doomed. Even if I sleep in the guestroom, I just don’t think I can avoid exposing him. So, at least another 24 hours to shed as much of the virus as I can manage to, in the company of people who’ve also all already had it and so won’t be susceptible, is the kindest thing I can do for the world at large.
The whole thing is annoying, whatever (the best part was when I was throwing up so hard that i convinced myself I’d given myself some severe internal injury, but actually that part was just menstrual cramps), but what I’m going to complain about is that somehow I’ve been too sick to even look at the Internet really, and that’s just not fair. I spent like, twenty hours in bed yesterday, with my computer next to me, looking at it, and thinking what a chance this was to write some more stuff, but i couldn’t even string together enough concentration in my head to remember what was supposed to be going on. Ugh.
hydrate more, call in sick, one pancake is not enough energy to handle a car on a snowy road, please be safe
ineptshieldmaid
Do not drive stay where you are
magickedteacup
Don’t drive on one pancake D:
You are all wise and that is my eventual choice. But it’s going to be snowy overnight and well into tomorrow. I’m only postponing the ordeal. But maybe I’ll be stronger tomorrow. I keep thinking I’m doing pretty well, and then I do something like, walk up a flight of stairs, and then I have to lie down for twenty minutes. So. (I brushed my hair, and my arms were so heavy by the end that I thought they’d fall off, which is hilarious and pathetic because my hair is long enough that I can brush most of it without raising my arms.)
It’s more the contagion I’m worried about. I mean, I could probably manage not to infect my coworkers if I were freshly showered and dressed in clean clothes and brought a bottle of hand sanitizer and kept myself to myself. But my dude? No way. He’s doomed. Even if I sleep in the guestroom, I just don’t think I can avoid exposing him. So, at least another 24 hours to shed as much of the virus as I can manage to, in the company of people who’ve also all already had it and so won’t be susceptible, is the kindest thing I can do for the world at large.
The whole thing is annoying, whatever (the best part was when I was throwing up so hard that i convinced myself I’d given myself some severe internal injury, but actually that part was just menstrual cramps), but what I’m going to complain about is that somehow I’ve been too sick to even look at the Internet really, and that’s just not fair. I spent like, twenty hours in bed yesterday, with my computer next to me, looking at it, and thinking what a chance this was to write some more stuff, but i couldn’t even string together enough concentration in my head to remember what was supposed to be going on. Ugh.
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Our own shadow on final approach into Turweston, on a fine winter’s day float around the south west :). Part of my ‘type conversion’ which is more relevant to my flying mentor’s interests than mine as I can fly him home from piss-ups in his plane.
dolly-bassett:
Our own shadow on final approach into Turweston, on a fine winter’s day float around the south west :). Part of my ‘type conversion’ which is more relevant to my flying mentor’s interests than mine as I can fly him home from piss-ups in his plane.
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A video posted by Bridget Kelly (@bomberqueen17) on Dec 11, 2016 at 11:31am PST
Maybe I’m too sick to do anything or drive home but where I’m sitting, this is my view, if you’ll excuse the clumsy manual zoom-out: woodstove, and background view of baby turbo pigs. (No audio, it was just the dog snoring and the kettle boiling and my slippers shuffling as I tried to back up blindly.)
A video posted by Bridget Kelly (@bomberqueen17) on Dec 11, 2016 at 11:31am PST
Maybe I’m too sick to do anything or drive home but where I’m sitting, this is my view, if you’ll excuse the clumsy manual zoom-out: woodstove, and background view of baby turbo pigs. (No audio, it was just the dog snoring and the kettle boiling and my slippers shuffling as I tried to back up blindly.)
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Diego Luna on Cassian Andor having his own accent in Rogue One A Star Wars Story
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Diego Luna on Cassian Andor having his own accent in Rogue One A Star Wars Story