getting there
Jul. 27th, 2011 10:04 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dragonlady7Today I was so excited at not being nauseous that I ate everything I could find. Which promptly made me ill again; no nausea, but naturally a little further down the pipeline as it were things are decidedly unhappy. Which made for a less than pleasant workday; I felt weak, dizzy, and sluggish, and by evening was really under the weather.
So after a quick dinner, at which I mistakenly thought my digestion would be fine with a salad-- abruptly, earlier this year, and I mean, in 2011, my body began to reject lettuce rather unmistakably-- to which I cry nooooo, don't take my salads, but alas, it is true-- I fucking love salad-- I lay down for a brief nap. I was aiming for half an hour. It was 6:00 when I lay down, and I lay poking at my computer for a little while, idly daydreaming, and I remember noticing it being 6:40; I hadn't slept and was about to get up, but lay there for a moment longer, still daydreaming. Then Z came in and said, "Um, it's 7:20," and I opened my eyes and stared at the window and thought, "The light looks really odd for 7:20", and "How did I sleep that late?" and then, "When did I go to bed?" Z watched me have all these thoughts, and said, "PM. Dude, you were really zonked."
I felt wretched, kept breaking out in cold sweats, but managed to pack up everything of mine at Z's mom's house. Cleaned up the last of the splash marks from the dye. Her laundry sink is faintly blue-tinted. I don't think she'll mind. I hope she doesn't; she'll never tell me if she does. Erk.
Then I decided to sleep in my own bed. So Z's back at his mom's with the cat, and I'm in my own damn bed. Mostly because I couldn't face that small hard mattress, and trying now to pick out an outfit for tomorrow for myself. I couldn't even think about where to start. So I figured, I'll sleep here, and then I can face it in the morning a little better self-possessed.
I still have to pack for Pennsic. but at least I've gathered almost everything into a single room. The stuff is in there, the boxes and bags it needs to go into are in there, and then I can sweep through the rest of the house and find the last few missing things. I really do feel like I know where everything is, though, which is a nice change from a couple of days ago. I feel under control. We'll see how under-control I really am...
But first I have to stop being sick. I'm trying to think of good healthy unstressful food that would make my belly happy. :(
So after a quick dinner, at which I mistakenly thought my digestion would be fine with a salad-- abruptly, earlier this year, and I mean, in 2011, my body began to reject lettuce rather unmistakably-- to which I cry nooooo, don't take my salads, but alas, it is true-- I fucking love salad-- I lay down for a brief nap. I was aiming for half an hour. It was 6:00 when I lay down, and I lay poking at my computer for a little while, idly daydreaming, and I remember noticing it being 6:40; I hadn't slept and was about to get up, but lay there for a moment longer, still daydreaming. Then Z came in and said, "Um, it's 7:20," and I opened my eyes and stared at the window and thought, "The light looks really odd for 7:20", and "How did I sleep that late?" and then, "When did I go to bed?" Z watched me have all these thoughts, and said, "PM. Dude, you were really zonked."
I felt wretched, kept breaking out in cold sweats, but managed to pack up everything of mine at Z's mom's house. Cleaned up the last of the splash marks from the dye. Her laundry sink is faintly blue-tinted. I don't think she'll mind. I hope she doesn't; she'll never tell me if she does. Erk.
Then I decided to sleep in my own bed. So Z's back at his mom's with the cat, and I'm in my own damn bed. Mostly because I couldn't face that small hard mattress, and trying now to pick out an outfit for tomorrow for myself. I couldn't even think about where to start. So I figured, I'll sleep here, and then I can face it in the morning a little better self-possessed.
I still have to pack for Pennsic. but at least I've gathered almost everything into a single room. The stuff is in there, the boxes and bags it needs to go into are in there, and then I can sweep through the rest of the house and find the last few missing things. I really do feel like I know where everything is, though, which is a nice change from a couple of days ago. I feel under control. We'll see how under-control I really am...
But first I have to stop being sick. I'm trying to think of good healthy unstressful food that would make my belly happy. :(
