I meant to post sooner about why I spent all of Thursday night throwing up, but I've been completely incapable of stringing two sentences together. Even in speech. I had a really nasty three-day bout of Nor... something... virus. Not Norwalk, but something like it. My GP told me what it was, exactly, but I was slightly delirious and couldn't keep track of anything she said.
The funny thing is that while I was sick, I kept having to write and tell people about it. First to cancel my plans for the weekend, which sucked, and also to warn everyone who I might have given my highly-infectious virus to. And all of my emails were over-long and detailed. I mean, I should have been in bed, but I felt like I had to tell practically everyone, in graphic detail, exactly what was going on with my insides. Now I'm asking, why? At the time though, it was necessary. Weirdly necessary.
So I'm kind of sick of writing about it. Also, my brain hurts. I have to come up with something fictional for a class on Tuesday, and it bothers me that once again I'll be forcing something out at the last minute.
There are so many comparisons to vomiting that I'm not going to make right now.
Maybe later?
I'm also a bit annoyed that the weather's been stupidly beautiful for the last few days. The only sunlight I've been exposed to was during a horrific ride to the doctor's office in my father's car, when I crouched in the passenger seat shivering and hissing. My eyeballs were dissolving, I swear to god, and my claw-like hands couldn't shade them. I had to come home after that and lie in the dark for eight hours before I could even turn on a lamp.
I really need to make a list of everything I have to get done this week. But instead, I'll make a list of the things I did over the last few days that I haven't yet shared with you!
When I could stand to read, I read a lot of H.P. Lovecraft. Bad for dreams.
I watched a ton of daytime television involving people renovating their condos. I have no idea why. I also watched free "for your consideration" dvds that were mostly outdated. Crash isn't getting my Oscar vote, I'm afraid.
I drank Gatorade, once I was able to keep liquid down, which has Electrolytes. For strong bodies.
I used my Gloomy arm/pillow to wedge under whichever part of my body hurt the most. Practical!
My sheets went from (what I consider) charmingly lived-in to vile, weird, malodorous things that clung to me like garbage bags made out of old people's skin. So I changed them. Progress!
And um, I stopped eating. Forever. Especially donuts. The End.
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Sounds scary!! I am glad you are better now and didn't crash suck big balls? I hated that movie!
When you are feeling good and ready let's talk Saturna!
Lurve
Em
It didn't suck BIG balls. It just... it sucked little balls. Little wee ones.
Saturna YOUR FACE.
I had a blinding migraine on Saturday because it was so bright. I think the sun is too close to the earth.
That actually scares me. I've always been frightened by charts that compare earth to the size of the sun. Like that NatGeographic poster on your bathroom door. I can't really remember if it shows the sun at all, but even still! Jupiter is too disturbingly large. Something needs to be done about it.
Not donuts claire! Anything but doughy -hole cakes!
Actually, donuts are the only really safe food for me to go off of. Because I'll always go back to them. Like a sinner before the gates of heaven, I'll come crawling back home to donuts.
Yes, someday we will once again hit the Steveston highway like a battering ram, in a silver-black phantom... Volkswagon.
Whatever you had, good riddance to it. It sounds like it involved elements of mild vampirism. And not in a good way.
Though, sunlight makes me loopy at the best of times. Hmm.
Did H.P. Lovecraft+sickness make for some experiences worth scribbling frantically into little notebooks?
You're right, Jess. I totally got sired. Buffy jargon at 8:30am? Why, yes.
Vancouverites aren't adapted to bright sunlight. I'm suprised we don't all have giant eyes and whiskers. No wait, I'm dissapointed.
There might have been something worth scribbling in my, uh, Lovecraftian illness. But I was incapable of doing anything but moan or vomit, or both at once, so it's lost forever.
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