Post-Samhain Blues
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omorkaWell, the first half of October went fine. I suppose that should have been a warning . . .
I left school at 4:30 (about an hour earlier than usual, for me) on Monday with a raging sore throat, a skullsplitting headache, and a 101.3° fever. I never run fevers, not since I was a small child - the last time I ran a real one was during that really ugly ear infection in high school. Tuesday it was 102.2°, and I'd started a deep chest cough as well; I called in sick.
During the day Tuesday it dropped down to 100.6° and then went back up. I called in a sub again, thinking I'd cancel if I felt better in the morning. I also tried to call RR, hoping she could run something off for my kids, but I couldn't get hold of her. Ms. Mac called me; she was out sick too. Great. In the morning I was back up to 102°; I called Ms. H to clarify my instructions for the sub (which it turned out was a good idea; she hadn't quite understood my message) and found out that RR had been working short days - her mother is in the hospital again.
I called the clinic, since the Tylenol bottle says not to take it for fever reduction for more than three days without consulting a doctor. The triage nurse was very nice, and worked me in at 10 am for my usual doctor (a very nice, short Slavic woman; my only complaint is that she keeps her fingernails too long). She made a diagnosis of a respiratory virus, bronchitis, and possible strep throat, and prescribed me the atom-bomb antibiotic (500 mg! Ia!) and guaifenesin to clear the mucus out. She also forbade me to go back to work until Monday. I came home, called in a sub for Thursday and Friday, slept for two hours while the Spouse picked up the prescriptions and headed in to work, and took the atom bomb with a little soup.
I'm feeling a little better today - the pressure in the ears is gone, and the headache is almost gone. My temp isn't normal, but it's back in the double digits. The cough seems to be getting a little worse, but that's partly because it's gotten a lot more productive. I need to get the Spouse to get me some live-culture yogurt to counteract the inevitable side effects of this sort of antibiotic. RR finally called me back, and she and Mr. H have gotten something at least marginally useful run off for my kids to do - we'll be behind, but at least the week won't be a total wash.
Fortunately, after being under the weather (literally even) all during CMA, the Spouse seems to be doing okay now. I'm going to blame the stupid fire ants; if they hadn't bitten me and lowered my resistance, I wouldn't have gotten this sick. May they all drown in this rain, which shows no signs of letting up until next Tuesday.
Other than the bugs, rain, and mud, I did manage to have a good event at CMA. All the rituals I attended were great except for size issues (one much larger and two much smaller than anticipated). Even the last-minute venue change on Saturday's didn't affect it as badly as I think we all expected. I wish I'd had more singers, but these things happen. And, oh, the ring around the Moon that first night was almost worth all the rain by itself . . . I've had more fun events, and more spiritual ones, but I think this one was a good balance. I just wish I could have done more, and that we could get our hands on a couple swarms of those gnat-sized South American wasps that lay their eggs in fire ants' brains.
At least the MIL has her own car again, even if she did insist on taking us to CMA and picking us up to prove that it existed. (Hey, we didn't have to worry about being stuck in the mud, at least.) We're no longer inextricably linked to her schedule, which was a good thing when the Spouse had to take me to the clinic.
I'm not going to make either the Beans Howl-O-Week or the Witches' Ball this weekend - the smoke (hey! something else I can blame for lowering my resistance! inconsiderate smokers!) would kill me right now.
We finally finished _Princess Nine_ on Tuesday night. Very powerful ending, indeed. A number of the otaku are complaining that it wasn't upbeat enough; I'm more disturbed by the inherent sexism in the setup of the final showdown. But those are both minor issues. The same otaku are calling for ADV to get a second season (probably only 13 episodes) produced; unless they're going to develop the characters of the "minor" members of the team more, I'd be just as happy to let things lie, but I would like to see those characters get more screen time. Fanfic ahoy, I guess . . .
I left school at 4:30 (about an hour earlier than usual, for me) on Monday with a raging sore throat, a skullsplitting headache, and a 101.3° fever. I never run fevers, not since I was a small child - the last time I ran a real one was during that really ugly ear infection in high school. Tuesday it was 102.2°, and I'd started a deep chest cough as well; I called in sick.
During the day Tuesday it dropped down to 100.6° and then went back up. I called in a sub again, thinking I'd cancel if I felt better in the morning. I also tried to call RR, hoping she could run something off for my kids, but I couldn't get hold of her. Ms. Mac called me; she was out sick too. Great. In the morning I was back up to 102°; I called Ms. H to clarify my instructions for the sub (which it turned out was a good idea; she hadn't quite understood my message) and found out that RR had been working short days - her mother is in the hospital again.
I called the clinic, since the Tylenol bottle says not to take it for fever reduction for more than three days without consulting a doctor. The triage nurse was very nice, and worked me in at 10 am for my usual doctor (a very nice, short Slavic woman; my only complaint is that she keeps her fingernails too long). She made a diagnosis of a respiratory virus, bronchitis, and possible strep throat, and prescribed me the atom-bomb antibiotic (500 mg! Ia!) and guaifenesin to clear the mucus out. She also forbade me to go back to work until Monday. I came home, called in a sub for Thursday and Friday, slept for two hours while the Spouse picked up the prescriptions and headed in to work, and took the atom bomb with a little soup.
I'm feeling a little better today - the pressure in the ears is gone, and the headache is almost gone. My temp isn't normal, but it's back in the double digits. The cough seems to be getting a little worse, but that's partly because it's gotten a lot more productive. I need to get the Spouse to get me some live-culture yogurt to counteract the inevitable side effects of this sort of antibiotic. RR finally called me back, and she and Mr. H have gotten something at least marginally useful run off for my kids to do - we'll be behind, but at least the week won't be a total wash.
Fortunately, after being under the weather (literally even) all during CMA, the Spouse seems to be doing okay now. I'm going to blame the stupid fire ants; if they hadn't bitten me and lowered my resistance, I wouldn't have gotten this sick. May they all drown in this rain, which shows no signs of letting up until next Tuesday.
Other than the bugs, rain, and mud, I did manage to have a good event at CMA. All the rituals I attended were great except for size issues (one much larger and two much smaller than anticipated). Even the last-minute venue change on Saturday's didn't affect it as badly as I think we all expected. I wish I'd had more singers, but these things happen. And, oh, the ring around the Moon that first night was almost worth all the rain by itself . . . I've had more fun events, and more spiritual ones, but I think this one was a good balance. I just wish I could have done more, and that we could get our hands on a couple swarms of those gnat-sized South American wasps that lay their eggs in fire ants' brains.
At least the MIL has her own car again, even if she did insist on taking us to CMA and picking us up to prove that it existed. (Hey, we didn't have to worry about being stuck in the mud, at least.) We're no longer inextricably linked to her schedule, which was a good thing when the Spouse had to take me to the clinic.
I'm not going to make either the Beans Howl-O-Week or the Witches' Ball this weekend - the smoke (hey! something else I can blame for lowering my resistance! inconsiderate smokers!) would kill me right now.
We finally finished _Princess Nine_ on Tuesday night. Very powerful ending, indeed. A number of the otaku are complaining that it wasn't upbeat enough; I'm more disturbed by the inherent sexism in the setup of the final showdown. But those are both minor issues. The same otaku are calling for ADV to get a second season (probably only 13 episodes) produced; unless they're going to develop the characters of the "minor" members of the team more, I'd be just as happy to let things lie, but I would like to see those characters get more screen time. Fanfic ahoy, I guess . . .
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Date: 2002-10-24 12:06 pm (UTC)The omens were clear, and the sky was not. . . .
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Date: 2002-10-24 03:52 pm (UTC)Do what the doctor tells you, and stay home and out of this rain, for sure.
I think several people succumbed to the nasties after the event - no wonder, really.
Thankfully, I feel fine, save for the weirdness accompanying switching my sleep schedule. Now if I don't get run down from that, and can get enough sleep, I should stay healthy. Knocking on wood, obviously.