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She got me. I guess I'm young enough to still occasionally think I'm invincible. When I survived the past couple of days without presenting any of the symptoms of the plague bringer, I thought I was home free. No such luck.
I've been fighting it with citrus and zinc, caffeine and yogurt. Upon arrival home I was greeted with a homeopathic trove; I opted for oscillococcinum and tea ( no mint, sadly ). There is a smell of home made broth that should be enticing, but the rolling tummy is being fickle and insistent.
I'm still lucid enough to type this, albeit I currently want to peel my skin off. If I can stay right here then I can survive work tomorrow. If I sink further it's time for mindless TV and some drolling and bitching, which is all I'll be good for.
I always think of Odo, the DS9 shape shifter, at times like these. Odo had to revert to a puddle in a bucket for sleeping purposes; a fate he often bemoaned. How I envy him. To sleep, floating, never being bothered by the quality of the mattress, waking up at a funny angle or with an extremity painfully asleep. It really sounds like heaven.
I also image the detritus of the day, dust and plaque and all manner of organic hitchers, rising to the top of the bucket. Along with, phlegm, ear wax, arterial build up, all free to be skimmed off like so much dross.
Sometimes I really, really want that bucket.
I've been fighting it with citrus and zinc, caffeine and yogurt. Upon arrival home I was greeted with a homeopathic trove; I opted for oscillococcinum and tea ( no mint, sadly ). There is a smell of home made broth that should be enticing, but the rolling tummy is being fickle and insistent.
I'm still lucid enough to type this, albeit I currently want to peel my skin off. If I can stay right here then I can survive work tomorrow. If I sink further it's time for mindless TV and some drolling and bitching, which is all I'll be good for.
I always think of Odo, the DS9 shape shifter, at times like these. Odo had to revert to a puddle in a bucket for sleeping purposes; a fate he often bemoaned. How I envy him. To sleep, floating, never being bothered by the quality of the mattress, waking up at a funny angle or with an extremity painfully asleep. It really sounds like heaven.
I also image the detritus of the day, dust and plaque and all manner of organic hitchers, rising to the top of the bucket. Along with, phlegm, ear wax, arterial build up, all free to be skimmed off like so much dross.
Sometimes I really, really want that bucket.