Well, I'm sick again, officially.
I spent the vast majority of the day pretending all was fine. At one point, convinced I had a fever, I decided to take my temperature. The thermometer malfunctioned three times, giving me consecutive readings of 95.4, 105.1, and 101.2. I took that as a sign from the universe to just leave this one alone. I took some cold medicine and got on with life.
Later this afternoon I managed to gather up some of my crystals from the trip and head on over to my dads. My head was pounding, but getting there was really the hard part. Dad and I had an awesome time. We watched the dirty jobs episode that shows how they get the crystals in Trona up to the surface for the Gem-O-Rama, I showed him all my pictures, and we spent quite a bit of time going through the bucket of crystals talking about how they formed and what makes them unique. Then we spent some time looking at the new motors dad has picked up and planning which ones we're going to rebuild first.
Dad had commented earlier that I didn't look very good. I told him I thought I was getting sick again, but he brushed that off and told me I was probably just tired. When I went to leave though, he gave me a hug and pointed out that I was burning up.
i knew it. Totally knew it. So I'm officially calling myself sick. But as long as I'm not throwing up it's cool. Tomorrow I'll pick up some cold/flu medicine and continue pretending everything is fine.
That's all I know. That, and the fact that I love this video:
I've tried to post a comment in about three posts now, but blogger is forsaking me...
ReplyDeleteI loved your Trona pics--you knew if live this dino ones, didn't you? And I see that you got the little mermaid color working for you--very nice indeed. ;) I can't look at those pictures without hating the doom and gloom here even more. I hope every time you feel thr sun on your face or the back of your arms while driving, you think of me...hopefully I'll catch a little sympathetic warmth. ;)
I'm sorry your sick. You know, in my opinion, the very worst thing is those two days when your body is getting sick and you know it's coming, but you're in that denial stage is so strong. "I ate something pokey and my throat is just scratched." "I'm just tired..." No you're not, bitch--you're sick and you are dying!
I'm walking the piggy and wishing my hair would dry from that bath I just took. With Jay gone, it's safe to say that my attention to shaving has gone far, far off the deep end. Once a week is all the world gets...which is too bad, bc I'm a furry little beast. Poor pigs feet have the equivalent of a heat rash
, and I feel so bad for him!
ReplyDeleteLet me tell you something here: blogger, if I click away from this text box, disallows me from re-entering the text box unless I refresh the page. So that means that I lose everything I just wrote. Same thing with the captcha message--if I click or tap (on the phone) off the page, thr shit just denies my ass. It's a god damn Greek fucking tragedy.
I love Lily Allen's "Nog Big". And Garbage's "It's All Over But the Crying". Both lovely. I just love Poe in general. I still live Chokdish Gambino, too, but TNTSNBS loved him, and I can't listen to him and not think of Him. It's crazy how even though I've accepted that shit can't ever be the same, and that the whole thing had really run its course, I still miss his whole attitude and company and all our routines. :( Do you have that problem at all? I think
it's impossible not to. We're only human.)
ReplyDeleteBloggers pissing me off...time to try another post. I also heart Fiona Apple...I think it's called "Mistake"