Who knew you weren't just kidding?
I am still sick. I am blowing my nose constantly, sneezing almost as often, and my voice has returned in the sense that I was able to have a conversation above a scratch with an ENT this afternoon and then I have spent the rest of the day carefully not vocalizing because it hurt. I have a high-test headache and a low-grade fever.
On the other hand, according to the ENT I have no signs of sinus infection, no signs of damage despite laryngitis, and the killer sore throat of the last week and a half and the congestion monster of the last three days are almost certainly the same virus as opposed to two overlapping illnesses, which is stupid but reassuring. Because I left the house in the mid-afternoon, I got a blue-gilt cabochon sky and a fire-gold sunset that turned all the bricks in the skyline rose-amber. Some very fine graffiti glimpsed through train windows. And people were nice to me. The counterman at Mei Mei gave me a double serving of haymaker's punch for my throat—it's cider vinegar and honey—at no extra charge. The driver of the 47 bus told me the CT2 was coming in a minute, so I could choose to wait for the straight shot to Sullivan instead of taking a roundabout route home through Central, and it actually did. The cats have been adorable and I have a plan for traveling to Yiddish New York, where it now looks as though I will be one of the narrators as well as one of the singers with A Besere Velt.
Thank you to everyone who wished my niece a happy birthday. The MFA's "Winnie-the-Pooh: Exploring a Classic" is an exhibit to climb around on as well as look at and she had a wonderful time. When the weather is less freezing, I will take her to play Poohsticks at the Old North Bridge.
And I have finished my first original fiction all year. It was supposed to be seasonal crack for![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
selkie, but history got in the middle. I am pleased to have written it, and right now even pleased with it. I hope to find it a home.
On the other hand, according to the ENT I have no signs of sinus infection, no signs of damage despite laryngitis, and the killer sore throat of the last week and a half and the congestion monster of the last three days are almost certainly the same virus as opposed to two overlapping illnesses, which is stupid but reassuring. Because I left the house in the mid-afternoon, I got a blue-gilt cabochon sky and a fire-gold sunset that turned all the bricks in the skyline rose-amber. Some very fine graffiti glimpsed through train windows. And people were nice to me. The counterman at Mei Mei gave me a double serving of haymaker's punch for my throat—it's cider vinegar and honey—at no extra charge. The driver of the 47 bus told me the CT2 was coming in a minute, so I could choose to wait for the straight shot to Sullivan instead of taking a roundabout route home through Central, and it actually did. The cats have been adorable and I have a plan for traveling to Yiddish New York, where it now looks as though I will be one of the narrators as well as one of the singers with A Besere Velt.
Thank you to everyone who wished my niece a happy birthday. The MFA's "Winnie-the-Pooh: Exploring a Classic" is an exhibit to climb around on as well as look at and she had a wonderful time. When the weather is less freezing, I will take her to play Poohsticks at the Old North Bridge.
And I have finished my first original fiction all year. It was supposed to be seasonal crack for
selkie, but history got in the middle. I am pleased to have written it, and right now even pleased with it. I hope to find it a home.
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Thank you!
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Cider vinegar and honey is my favorite remedy for congestion. I hope it helped.
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Cider vinegar and honey is my favorite remedy for congestion. I hope it helped.
It certainly tasted good. I have to be out in Brookline again this evening; I'm seriously thinking of a repeat visit . . .
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This sounds like an absolutely wretched virus. ;_; Much sympathy.
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This sounds like an absolutely wretched virus.
It's been miserable. The shape-shifting is no fun, but neither is the drowning in snot. I just can't lose my voice again.
Much sympathy.
Much appreciated!
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And yay-ish(?!) for at least having the voice to say "my throat really hurts", may the bug head onwards in the very near future.
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And yay-ish(?!) for at least having the voice to say "my throat really hurts", may the bug head onwards in the very near future.
I can definitely speak at normal volume today. I just have to not blow it.
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Congratulations on the fiction, though!
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Much appreciated! I am being cautious because I don't want to jinx it. My immune system is sometimes more of a theory than a practice.
Congratulations on the fiction, though!
Thank you!
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*sets him in the sin bin with Gritty*
Gritty is always watching, T. Witt.
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It has been sent to a market and I have my fingers crossed.
*hugs*
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I don't really know how to respond to this kind of statement, although I recognize it as a compliment. Thank you. I think it is the result of having been chronically ill for decades, in situations where I haven't had a choice about not working—I have never had a job from which I could take sick days without disastrous financial repercussion. There are a whole lot of other things tangled into this, none of which I know you meant to evoke; it is historically difficult for me to get exhaustion or pain taken seriously because people see that I'm functional and assume I can just keep trucking without cost, or that I'm lying about experiencing the exhaustion and pain in the first place. It's how my body is. It can take a lot of damage. It's not indestructible.
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Hurray also for kind people! Also, looking up "cabochon" revealed a beautiful combination of colors to me--a good sky.
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Thank you! I still am.
Hurray also for kind people!
It makes such a difference. I thanked them.
Also, looking up "cabochon" revealed a beautiful combination of colors to me--a good sky.
It was luminous. I like these late fall, early winter light-filled days. There's been too much overcast lately.