Yesterday was one of those days... not one of those good days, no, it wasn't.
I got to bed about 10:00, thinking to myself, "Self, you can get NINE WHOLE HOURS of sleep!"
And I was almost asleep when the diarrhea hit. And that lasted until about 16:00, when I finally called in and told them that I wasn't coming in to work. I hate calling in, especially on a Friday night, because it's so damned hard to get someone to cover, but there was no way that I could've worked.
And I still couldn't get to sleep... it was after 18:00 sometime when I finally dropped off.
I vaguely remember Karen coming to bed, and then I got up around 02:00. Feeling much better, thank you... feeling very, very empty, though, and kinda afraid to eat anything substantial.
I wonder if what happened is that they worked the shit outa me... don't laugh, it could happen...
So, now that I'm up, I should try to accomplish something, huh. Wonder what that might be. I started a new 'burb yesterday, in between bouts... Journallers who like to be called..., a collection (rather sparse, right now...) of journallers arranged by what they like to be called, with the choices being
I don't really like the name of the 'burb, though, and, as I mentioned, the response was initially underwhelming.
Well, back to the things that I might accomplish, if I wasn't here doing this... I need to update the Keirsey Profiles, I'm once again way behind on that. That would be worth a coupla hours. One problem with doing that, though, is that I feel that I'm obligated to check out the journal behind each entry, and some of them are pretty damned interesting, so that's more time blown. Well, not blown, it's time well spent, but still time, nonetheless.
I could also clean off the desk, and do some re-arranging... like, put all of the papers in a box, all the tools in a drawer and everything else in it's proper place. I've had the computers under the desk for a coupla months, now, and I really don't like that arrangement. Shortly, though, I'll only have one machine in here, then I'll put it back on the desktop.
Frustrated on every turn, it seems. I think that I just lost the power supply on the Compaq, can't even get any lights to come on when I turn it on. I do have a few other power supplies setting around, but it's a hassle. On the other hand, it would explain some of the weird things that have been happening with that machine. I'd been messing with it, trying to get the internet sharing to work, and after a re-boot yesterday or the day before the CDRom was just gone. And come to think of it, that's what happened to the CDRW a coupla weeks ago... it just disappeared.
And I happened upon an answer for feeling poorly... I found a thermometer and stuck it in my mouth... 101.5 F, it said. Yep, that would 'splain things pretty well... especially making the hard work seem harder.
Problem is... now that I know that I'm sick, it makes it harder to do anything at all. My whole mentality seems to shift when I confirm that I actually have a reason to feel shitty, as opposed to feeling shitty for no reason at all. I haven't decided if this is good or not.
I will start hitting the Tylenol, though, and get the fever down, that can't hurt. I also need to dry up my nose and sinuses a little with some benadryl or something. Probably what I've got is just a cold and by not recognizing the symptoms, overdone it. Armed with that knowledge, I can probably put myself to sleep and go to work tonight... depending on how I feel when I awake, of course.
And naturally, the more that I think about it, the worse I feel. So I need to quit thinking about it. What I need is a good disaster (one that I can get interested in) on the TV. There always seems to be such a drop-off in the news following something like what happened this weekend.
So I think that I'll eat some oatmeal and watch some TV. Karen just got up briefly and was looking for her migraine pills and I helped her find them and she's gone back to bed. She and Kim and Bob and the kids are going to KC this morning for some sort of live shark show... I hope that the pill works for her. Those pills are very very expensive, but they've not failed her yet.
12:08...
I've tried twice to go back to sleep so far, but I'm not giving up quite yet. Let's see, if I went to sleep right now, I'd get seven hours...
Yep, the power supply is dead, all right, and none of the ones that I've got will work... all too big, so I'll have to order one.