nov30
November 30th 2015
There is just so much ickyness about being sick.
This morning's bronchitis attack was doused with puffer meds and I was, in fact, feeling not too bad. By 11am however, the truck tires that had run over me were very visible.
The worst thing is a runny nose, but my voice sounds awful and my eyes won't stop watering. At 2pm I had the worst headache with a slight fever. A nap was in order. I slept till almost 4.
I have been STARVING all day. Smartly I just munched on small amounts, drinking anything someone brought me.
Did I mention I was locked in my room? At least I was allowed my laptop, so I spent the day watching Warehouse 13. Judy made me a late dinner and here it is 11pm and I am too tired to stay awake any longer.
Meds in and I am hoping to wake up miraculously healed for the CP Holiday Train tomorrow night.
Good night from my John Street sick bed
There is just so much ickyness about being sick.
This morning's bronchitis attack was doused with puffer meds and I was, in fact, feeling not too bad. By 11am however, the truck tires that had run over me were very visible.
The worst thing is a runny nose, but my voice sounds awful and my eyes won't stop watering. At 2pm I had the worst headache with a slight fever. A nap was in order. I slept till almost 4.
I have been STARVING all day. Smartly I just munched on small amounts, drinking anything someone brought me.
Did I mention I was locked in my room? At least I was allowed my laptop, so I spent the day watching Warehouse 13. Judy made me a late dinner and here it is 11pm and I am too tired to stay awake any longer.
Meds in and I am hoping to wake up miraculously healed for the CP Holiday Train tomorrow night.
Good night from my John Street sick bed
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