It's all in my head
Sep. 10th, 2010 11:17 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceLiterally, of course, it pretty much is all in my head: in my skull, indeed, in my jaw.
However. There is clearly a trick-cycling component as well, because as soon as I had a diagnosis, confirmation that I really did have an infection, I started feeling really rotten.
Karen's coming tomorrow; I have, you will imagine, lots to do. I am not in any sense ready for a houseguest. There is shopping, there is cleaning, tidying, all of that. Cooking, perhaps. I should make bread.
Also, there is workie-work: stuff I really want to get finished before she arrives, so's I can be relatively carefree all next week.
I was poised to do all this. But now? Now I just want to lie on the sofa, read easy fantasies and be an invalid. Slurrup a little soup, perhaps. Provide warm still places for cats to be. Watch idlers' TV, and suffer gently.
Ah, me. Hard is my lot, and mean the crop thereof.
However. There is clearly a trick-cycling component as well, because as soon as I had a diagnosis, confirmation that I really did have an infection, I started feeling really rotten.
Karen's coming tomorrow; I have, you will imagine, lots to do. I am not in any sense ready for a houseguest. There is shopping, there is cleaning, tidying, all of that. Cooking, perhaps. I should make bread.
Also, there is workie-work: stuff I really want to get finished before she arrives, so's I can be relatively carefree all next week.
I was poised to do all this. But now? Now I just want to lie on the sofa, read easy fantasies and be an invalid. Slurrup a little soup, perhaps. Provide warm still places for cats to be. Watch idlers' TV, and suffer gently.
Ah, me. Hard is my lot, and mean the crop thereof.