One of you open-handed LJ-folks has been sharing your cold around. I know this, because I haven't spoken to an actual human person vector in days, not catching-close. And meanwhile you-all have been bragging about how awful your symptoms are. Well, as far as I'm concerned, you can have 'em back, y'know? Not wanted on voyage. 'Specially the chesty thing. I was just boasting last week to the nice nurse how well-controlled my asthma was, and I haven't managed a lungful of air since.
Still, I have been working regardless. Another seven pages today, coupla thousand words, yay me. Apparently I have to go into purdah to do this, which is a bit of a shame, but hey. People are over-rated. They give you colds.
I'd just opened a bottle of wine when the total headachy-misery thing descended on me. That's a whole bottle of wine, and I've barely drunk a glassful. Wine's no good when I'm in this condition; can't taste it, for a start. I did migrate onto the hot toddies, which do wonders for me. Still, there's a bottle of wine down there. Open. Undrunk. Someone might see.
Now I'm going to do that Japanese thing and get into a stupidly, stupidly hot bath. The kind that's so hot you don't dare move, y'know? I shall lie very still and turn pink and listen to The Amazing Maurice (not a Japanese thing, so far as I know) and hope to boil all these virii out of me.
'Scuse.
Still, I have been working regardless. Another seven pages today, coupla thousand words, yay me. Apparently I have to go into purdah to do this, which is a bit of a shame, but hey. People are over-rated. They give you colds.
I'd just opened a bottle of wine when the total headachy-misery thing descended on me. That's a whole bottle of wine, and I've barely drunk a glassful. Wine's no good when I'm in this condition; can't taste it, for a start. I did migrate onto the hot toddies, which do wonders for me. Still, there's a bottle of wine down there. Open. Undrunk. Someone might see.
Now I'm going to do that Japanese thing and get into a stupidly, stupidly hot bath. The kind that's so hot you don't dare move, y'know? I shall lie very still and turn pink and listen to The Amazing Maurice (not a Japanese thing, so far as I know) and hope to boil all these virii out of me.
'Scuse.