tea berry-blue

I went to bed a little after 12:30 last night. I was home sick from work, and I usually go to bed at 1, but I wanted to get a little extra sleep.

Every time I start to doze off, my coughing wakes me up. If I stand up and walk around, I stop coughing quite so much, but that doesn't help with sleeping, for obvious reasons, as I am not a practiced somnambulist.

I am exhausted. My eyes hurt. I am dehydrated like crazy and can't drink enough to put that back into balance. I think I need to go get some water with electrolytes.

I'm making myself soup because I don't know what else to do. I'm already taking allergy meds, nasal steroids, cough syrup (which usually knocks me out cold), naproxen sodium, my inhaler, and chloroseptic. I got up at about 5 and took a quick shower, hoping the vapor would help. I've got vapor rub on my chest.

The more I cough, and the more tired I get, the weaker I get, and the worse the coughing gets.

None of the usual tricks are working. I'm not really sure what else to try. All I know is that I really, really want to sleep, want to stop coughing, have been to two doctors who have basically said I'm doing everything right and there's not really anything else to do.

I just emailed my boss and told him I probably shouldn't come to work today, but part of me is like, ugh, I can't sleep, I might as well be productive. I might try to do some work now, but I really don't want to fuck up my sleep schedule.

Hate, hate hate. I've been up till three or four coughing before, but I've never had it this bad.

I got less than four hours of sleep last night.

I'm not really sure why. I blame a week off for part of it-- when you spend a week going to bed between 2 and 3, you are not going to suddenly be able to get into bed and go to sleep before 1. Or something. Especially when you got eleven hours of sleep the night before.

Sometime around 4:10, I set my alarm forward to 8:30 and said fuck it, I would be late for work.

But then I woke up completely naturally and feeling bright and alert at 8:18. I don't know how. I was still a little late to work, but surprise!

Now I am drinking chai to keep myself perky. Whiskey Monday tonight! It is always weird, you know, the way that coming back after a week of cooking makes me feel like everything is new again.

I finished Feed by MT Anderson. Funny story, this: liret told me I should really, really read a book called Feed. I looked it up and found said book, and was very excited because I enjoyed Octavian Nothing. I read the book. About a chapter in, I realized it was a different Feed from the Feed Jess wanted me to read, which is about ZOMBIES. This one is about chips in our brains and Google Ads ruling the universe. It is awesome and amazing and you should all read it. I have been 100% converted from the person who would line up to get the first chip, to the person who will never ever ever get a chip unless it's a cure for cancer or something.

Now I'm reading Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children by Ransom Riggs and quite enjoying that as well.

I got a new pair of shoes in Delaware. They're orange:



I went into Clark's planning to buy another pair of black flats. I walked out with orange shoes.

I put together my Christmas wish list for my parents and forgot the most important thing! How could I?!

Love you all!

I feel terrible this morning!

I woke up about 40 minutes early and drank like a billion miles of water. (by that I mean about a liter). Last night when I got in from Connecticut, I went to the grocery store and picked up an arsenal of fluids. And then promptly drank a whole half gallon of Simply Lemonade. I was tormented about whether to come to work or not. Here is the conflict:

--Work is around the corner form my doctor's office.
--The doctor's office doesn't open till 9
--It takes about a half-hour to get to both work and the doctor's office.

So, do I go to work and call the doctor once I get to work? Or do I stay home, call the doctor, and rush if she says "come in right away!"

I opted for choice #1.

I left the house at 8:13. I usually leave between 8:25 and 8:30.

It was raining pretty hard and for a moment I considered turning around because this can't be good for my immune system. But I soldiered on and even got a seat on the 7 train. Then I got to Queensboro Plaza, which is where I change for the N or the Q into Manhattan, and it was a sea of people. Three trains passed and I couldn't get on any of them because it was so crowded, so I went back on the 7 and took it to Times Square, which is a little roundabout way to work.

I got into work at 9:23. Boo, hiss.

So then I called the doctor's office. THE DOCTOR IS ON VACATION UNTIL AFTER MEMORIAL DAY. So now I'm at work, with no doctor's appointment. Luckily, Hearst has a wellness center and I went down there. The doctor gave me some Claritin, some lozenges, and a strep swab. So now I'm waiting at my desk for the results of my strep swab, and then I'll most likely end up going home to sleep and drink fluids until my psych appointment. FLUIDS. Lunchy folks, I will email you as well, but I don't think I should be coming to lunch today. I don't want to get anyone else sick.

There's an event at Astor tonight with the guys from The Bitter Truth and I'm a bit disappointed because I think I'm going to have to bow out and sit at home and drink things that are not alcoholic instead. But there's Koval tomorrow and cachaça on Wednesday-- Mere, I don't know if you want to do that, but there's cachaça on Wednesday?

In other news, this is my first week after going public in LJ Idol, and I'm not doing very well in the polls. Oh no! This makes me sad because I was really looking forward to writing stuff and sharing it with everyone on my friends list!

Anyway, here is my two-part entry about the Snoopy Sno Cone Maker and eating sno cones in Madison Square. I would like to think people are just not that interested in sno cones but it is disappointing.

What would be not disappointing is if a few of you wouldn't mind voting for me in the poll, pretty pretty please? I feel bad because being sick yesterday and today, I am way behind on reading entries or I would recommend some. I recommend all of you because you are all awesome? My journal in the poll is the_vernacular, by the way, in case anyone missed that little tidbit.

( The poll is below the cut )

The poll closes at 8 PM Eastern Time tonight. I'll be at the doctor so I won't be around to see the results! Eek.

And the doctor just called, I am strep-free!

I feel terrible this morning!

I woke up about 40 minutes early and drank like a billion miles of water. (by that I mean about a liter). Last night when I got in from Connecticut, I went to the grocery store and picked up an arsenal of fluids. And then promptly drank a whole half gallon of Simply Lemonade. I was tormented about whether to come to work or not. Here is the conflict:

--Work is around the corner form my doctor's office.
--The doctor's office doesn't open till 9
--It takes about a half-hour to get to both work and the doctor's office.

So, do I go to work and call the doctor once I get to work? Or do I stay home, call the doctor, and rush if she says "come in right away!"

I opted for choice #1.

I left the house at 8:13. I usually leave between 8:25 and 8:30.

It was raining pretty hard and for a moment I considered turning around because this can't be good for my immune system. But I soldiered on and even got a seat on the 7 train. Then I got to Queensboro Plaza, which is where I change for the N or the Q into Manhattan, and it was a sea of people. Three trains passed and I couldn't get on any of them because it was so crowded, so I went back on the 7 and took it to Times Square, which is a little roundabout way to work.

I got into work at 9:23. Boo, hiss.

So then I called the doctor's office. THE DOCTOR IS ON VACATION UNTIL AFTER MEMORIAL DAY. So now I'm at work, with no doctor's appointment. Luckily, Hearst has a wellness center and I went down there. The doctor gave me some Claritin, some lozenges, and a strep swab. So now I'm waiting at my desk for the results of my strep swab, and then I'll most likely end up going home to sleep and drink fluids until my psych appointment. FLUIDS. Lunchy folks, I will email you as well, but I don't think I should be coming to lunch today. I don't want to get anyone else sick.

There's an event at Astor tonight with the guys from The Bitter Truth and I'm a bit disappointed because I think I'm going to have to bow out and sit at home and drink things that are not alcoholic instead. But there's Koval tomorrow and cachaça on Wednesday-- Mere, I don't know if you want to do that, but there's cachaça on Wednesday?

In other news, this is my first week after going public in LJ Idol, and I'm not doing very well in the polls. Oh no! This makes me sad because I was really looking forward to writing stuff and sharing it with everyone on my friends list!

Anyway, here is my two-part entry about the Snoopy Sno Cone Maker and eating sno cones in Madison Square. I would like to think people are just not that interested in sno cones but it is disappointing.

What would be not disappointing is if a few of you wouldn't mind voting for me in the poll, pretty pretty please? I feel bad because being sick yesterday and today, I am way behind on reading entries or I would recommend some. I recommend all of you because you are all awesome? My journal in the poll is the_vernacular, by the way, in case anyone missed that little tidbit.

( The poll is below the cut )

The poll closes at 8 PM Eastern Time tonight. I'll be at the doctor so I won't be around to see the results! Eek.

And the doctor just called, I am strep-free!

So the eye doctor very pleasantly informed me that I'll probably be blind by the age of 35 and kept shouting at me to relax when the glaucoma thing kept scaring me. Thanks!

Anyway, I got a stronger prescription, they said they don't know if it will work but I might need vision therapy :P

For those of you I didn't speak to last night, Nate did this little thing called walking on hot coals which made him have a burn the size of Manhattan on the sole of his foot. He went to a doctor this morning, they lanced it, and he still can't really walk but he's at work.

I think that's it, I should go spend time with my family, and go pick up my glasses. I'm at my parents' house so I'll be checking in, but I won't really be online till after dinner, probably, and this computer is slooow.

so in the morning i was looking in the mirror while i brushed my teeth. i'm losing weight again and i don't know, i think it's getting to the creepy stage. the thing is, i'm not skinny. my legs are still thick and i've still got a nice layer of flab on my arms. my boobs, as always, are still enormous. but my waist. my god. my waist is so small in comparison to my chest that i look like i'm going to break from the weight. when i stickout my gut, in months lately i've had a gut, but that went away, and now there's just this strange contradiction in body parts going on.

i haven't had much of an appetite lately. i've been eating lunch probably 2/3 of the time, and when i do i usually have a yogurt and maybe some chips. yogurt is yummy. the main reason or this is that the food selections in the neighborhood of my office suck. even though i'm not really eating enough, there's nowhere around to get a good sandwich and i'm the sort of person who will go hungry before i'll eat bad food. spoiled, spoiled tea.

the funny thing is, at dinnertime i haven't been much hungry either. =P a lot of the time i can't finish my food. i think a lot of it is the heat, it makes hot food hard to eat. i dunno.

so in the morning i was looking in the mirror while i brushed my teeth. i'm losing weight again and i don't know, i think it's getting to the creepy stage. the thing is, i'm not skinny. my legs are still thick and i've still got a nice layer of flab on my arms. my boobs, as always, are still enormous. but my waist. my god. my waist is so small in comparison to my chest that i look like i'm going to break from the weight. when i stickout my gut, in months lately i've had a gut, but that went away, and now there's just this strange contradiction in body parts going on.

i haven't had much of an appetite lately. i've been eating lunch probably 2/3 of the time, and when i do i usually have a yogurt and maybe some chips. yogurt is yummy. the main reason or this is that the food selections in the neighborhood of my office suck. even though i'm not really eating enough, there's nowhere around to get a good sandwich and i'm the sort of person who will go hungry before i'll eat bad food. spoiled, spoiled tea.

the funny thing is, at dinnertime i haven't been much hungry either. =P a lot of the time i can't finish my food. i think a lot of it is the heat, it makes hot food hard to eat. i dunno.

i got my period a couple days early and totally abruptly, no warning signs or anything. which means i'm wearing cute new panties with little kittens on them and the poor kittens are going to look like a bloody mess. and *then* i got the cramps, full on. and *then* my right hip decided that right now was a good time to hurt when i walk, for no apparent reason. my painkillers aren't working and my hip hurts too much to go buy chocolate to alleviate the problem.

and i have a stiff neck.

rosie signed on but then disappeared. i'm sure she got kicked off her computer or something. it made me super sad because aiko and jammy were going to talk. aiko misses jammy and she needs to have a friend again badly. *and* orrie and jammy *were* talking. all so sad. rosie, i miss you!

and now i feel like crap and i just want to curl up in a little ball. ouchies.

i had to take work home with me tonight. that sucked; i haven't started writing for the night yet. i'll get a little done i guess. but it still sucks. i hardly got much work done, either.

poopy. it's because i did other work at work the past two days. yesterday i had to help finish another project that i wasn't on the team for that was late, and today we had a meeting and then i ended up taking to maciej (the guy who started our company) for a really long time about some issues i had with the way he wants to develop the language/software. it was a good discussion but i didn't get my designs done.

and my chest is hurting again. i think it is because of my boobies. I HATE MY BOOBIES. mikey just measured me-- my ribcage just below my boobies is 27" and my bust is 40." he also estimated that each of my boobies is between 1.5-2 lbs; he measured them against a 1lb can of crushed tomatoes. pooh to boobies. i need to get new bras and that prospect is always creepy. anyway, i think that the weight of carrying around two enormous blobs of fat on a pretty small frame is starting to take its toll on me. TOO BAD MY FREAKIN' HEALTH INSURANCE DOESN'T COVER BREAST REDUCTION.

okay, anyway, i gotta get back to writing. i've been dreaming about my characters which is something new. doesn't usually happen. this whole thing means KiSS has totally gone on a back burner, but i think it is worth it. the writing thing is important. i've also been starting to think about the other characters' stories, especially riasa's. i just realized something about my characters in this particular world.
caffrey: only child/much younger half-sister
cheli: twin, no other sibs besides twin
jolie: youngest of 2
jaesten: youngest of 2
fredje: youngest of 7
riasa: third of 4
leanorah: youngest of 3

jolie, riasa, and leanorah are all from families of only-girls. jaesten and caffrey, the boys, both have sisters. cheli and fredje have brothers.

there are a lot of youngest siblings. i don't particularly know what that means.