Who knew you weren't just kidding?

[sovay]

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 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.

Comments

[yhlee]

I am sorry you are still sick, but yay new story!

[gwynnega]

Yay original fiction and Yiddish New York!

Cider vinegar and honey is my favorite remedy for congestion. I hope it helped.

[umadoshi]

I'm glad to hear about the kindnesses of the day, and about finishing a story!

This sounds like an absolutely wretched virus. ;_; Much sympathy.

[davidgillon]

Yay fiction!

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.

[thisbluespirit]

Aw, I'm sorry you still feel so rotten - I hope the virus gets on and goes soon! <3

Congratulations on the fiction, though!

[selkie]

The story is the complete opposite of BLEB. Don’t you let Tiny W near it.
*sets him in the sin bin with Gritty*
Gritty is always watching, T. Witt.

[choco_frosh]

Yay fiction! Yay, vinegar and honey punch! I hope the lurgi gets the hint and moves out!

[drwex]

I am impressed you can work when that kind of ill. All I want to do is lie around with an ice pack (or heating pad) on my face and whine or moan.

[dhampyresa]

Hope you get better soon!

[swan_tower]

Congrats on the story! And may you recover ASAP.

[asakiyume]

I knew you'd write some new fiction. I'm glad you did, and I'm even more glad that you're pleased with it.

Hurray also for kind people! Also, looking up "cabochon" revealed a beautiful combination of colors to me--a good sky.