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21 March 2006
I am unbelievably sleepy today. All I want to do is curl into a ball and take a nap. Every time I blink, it's an effort to get my eyes open again. And it's not like I slept poorly last night -- I went to bed at a reasonable hour, and slept straight through to morning. An after-effect of being sick, maybe. Or maybe I've caught whatever weird illness seems to have struck K.T. and the rest of her house, which seems to have manifested itself in exhaustion with no other symptoms. If I'm still this tired in another day or so, maybe I'll take Penny to school and then go home and sleep all day. Though Dad's back at work this week, so maybe we'll start walking again, and that'll help get my blood moving again. Or it'll just make me even more tired. Whichever. So it turned out that yep, Matt had strep, too. Though he had to jump through some obnoxious hoops to get it. His insurance company gave him the names of a few doctors near him, but none of them could see him. So he had to wait until after work, because the Urgent Care clinic, in direct opposition to its name, didn't open until 5. At least he didn't have to wait too long there -- he was in and out in about an hour, which honestly is not much longer than it took for Penny's appointment. And they've got him on antibiotics, of course, so he should be fine in a couple of days. I'm already feeling 90% better, myself. There's one small spot in the very back of my throat that still feels a bit sore, and I'm a little stuffy (though that might be a cold on top of the strep, actually), but it no longer hurts to talk or eat. I need today to be slow and not too thinky. But it should be possible. I've got a conference call around lunchtime, that I don't usually participate in that much. And there's a document due out, but it's a routine status report, so it won't take very long or require a lot of effort to review. Other than that, my day is clear, so I can just do some braindead administrivia. I'd hoped to get some writing done, but unless I wake up significantly in the next couple of hours, I don't think it's going to happen. Ah, well. On with the day. Maybe coffee will help. |
5 Years Ago: All right. I'm off to take a sledgehammer to this printer. Y'all have a good day. - Tangle's playlist - Memoirs of a Geisha by Arthur Golden The Crying Game The Last Samurai The Maltese Falcon - Neopets - the photo album - scrapbooks 14 lbs lost |
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