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Cranking my way back up to functional
Mar. 16th, 2012 12:03 amSo, as near as we have it figured, Laura had the flu last week, and then over the weekend I caught that from her and a cold on my own simultaneously. And then yesterday she caught the cold from me.
For the first time in a while my body responded in the manner I'm accustomed to; it shut down to divert all energy to healing, and I slept for two days. It's now the end of the first day after that, and I'm at that irritating point of feeling well enough to go do stuff, right up until I actually *do*, whereupon body says "Whoops, fooled you. Not ready yet." It's *ready* for sitting here at a terminal and walking across the house to get a glass of juice, and that's about it.
This has me mildly concerned about my next Occupy tour; if I get sick on the road, I may get stuck somewhere uncomfortable for a while and not be able to do much about it. I can't think of much I can do about that, so I'm going to accept it as part of the risks of the game and move on.
But my title has more to do with my mental state than my physical one; the two days of unconsciousness have me ready to reboot and lay out my plans for the next few months. I'm not quite up to the physical stamina of that; it's taken me half an hour to type this, and I need to go take a nap. But it'll follow, in bits and pieces.
For the first time in a while my body responded in the manner I'm accustomed to; it shut down to divert all energy to healing, and I slept for two days. It's now the end of the first day after that, and I'm at that irritating point of feeling well enough to go do stuff, right up until I actually *do*, whereupon body says "Whoops, fooled you. Not ready yet." It's *ready* for sitting here at a terminal and walking across the house to get a glass of juice, and that's about it.
This has me mildly concerned about my next Occupy tour; if I get sick on the road, I may get stuck somewhere uncomfortable for a while and not be able to do much about it. I can't think of much I can do about that, so I'm going to accept it as part of the risks of the game and move on.
But my title has more to do with my mental state than my physical one; the two days of unconsciousness have me ready to reboot and lay out my plans for the next few months. I'm not quite up to the physical stamina of that; it's taken me half an hour to type this, and I need to go take a nap. But it'll follow, in bits and pieces.
