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Hazy and sore..
Jan. 11th, 2006 01:06 amI wish I could report that I was all better, and heading back to work tomorrow.. but I'm not. It's gone into my lungs, as usual, and by this point is symptomatic of bronchitis. So.. my traveling tomorrow will hopefully be to a doctor of some variety who will do a test or two, listen to my breathing and then tell me what I already know. All I'm really doing by going this route is heading off the approaching development of pneumonia... which I don't want again.
I've been sort of in and out of consciousness all day, reading in sporadic chunks here and there when I could focus. Probably more of the same tomorrow and Thursday, and by then I had darn well better be able to show up to work for Friday's shift. The weekend involves family gatherings in CT, and I'd prefer to not have to spend that time being miserable. It will be whatever it is, I suppose, and I'll deal. It certainly sucks, though, and this happens to me waaaay too often. Maybe someday I'll have insurance again, and be able to afford healthcare, preferably finding a naturopathic physician who understands my herbal and homeopathic treatments. 53% of Americans are in the same boat as me, though.. working, living paycheck-to-paycheck, no health insurance.
What's driving me nuts is my complete inability to be productive. I'll get engrossed in a book, only to get interrupted every few pages or paragraphs by a coughing fit or something. I really want to do things that I never have the time for that require me to be here in my own space, with my crap around.. like painting my Vampire Counts Warhammer miniatures. I don't have steady enough hands to paint right now, though, and I'm not about to set up all that stuff on my bed. Gah.
In lieu of further frustrated ranting, here's some poetry. I'm off to a hot eucalyptus bath, then back to bed.
Later.
-Me.
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Sleep sweetly now that the gates of the
crimson night are closed, and leave
tomorrow's struggle for tomorrow;
The earth is peaceful, only the stars and still moon
are abroad, and they wage no war.
-Max Ehrmann
I've been sort of in and out of consciousness all day, reading in sporadic chunks here and there when I could focus. Probably more of the same tomorrow and Thursday, and by then I had darn well better be able to show up to work for Friday's shift. The weekend involves family gatherings in CT, and I'd prefer to not have to spend that time being miserable. It will be whatever it is, I suppose, and I'll deal. It certainly sucks, though, and this happens to me waaaay too often. Maybe someday I'll have insurance again, and be able to afford healthcare, preferably finding a naturopathic physician who understands my herbal and homeopathic treatments. 53% of Americans are in the same boat as me, though.. working, living paycheck-to-paycheck, no health insurance.
What's driving me nuts is my complete inability to be productive. I'll get engrossed in a book, only to get interrupted every few pages or paragraphs by a coughing fit or something. I really want to do things that I never have the time for that require me to be here in my own space, with my crap around.. like painting my Vampire Counts Warhammer miniatures. I don't have steady enough hands to paint right now, though, and I'm not about to set up all that stuff on my bed. Gah.
In lieu of further frustrated ranting, here's some poetry. I'm off to a hot eucalyptus bath, then back to bed.
Later.
-Me.
----------------------------------------------------
Sleep sweetly now that the gates of the
crimson night are closed, and leave
tomorrow's struggle for tomorrow;
The earth is peaceful, only the stars and still moon
are abroad, and they wage no war.
-Max Ehrmann
