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Jan. 27th, 2008 04:01 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
pjthompsonToday was the first time I've been out of the house since Friday, January 18.
I came home that Friday and began cleaning house because I was to have company on Saturday evening. Saturday was spent cleaning and cooking, and we had a fine evening—hopefully I didn't give everyone a terrible cold. Sunday I felt totally exhausted, as if I'd gone on a forced march up a mountain. I thought myself pathetic if a good session of house cleaning would lay me low like that.
Monday, of course, I woke up with the Cold That Would Not Die. It totally flattened me. I haven't been knocked out by a cold like that in years—and I've used up half my sick leave the first month of the year. Makes me so not happy. But what are you going to do? I couldn't go to work like that. I didn't really start to feel like a human being until yesterday.
I thought I'd better get out some today because tomorrow I go for my semi-annual thyroid check up at UCLA. UCLA is always an ordeal, even when I'm perfectly well. I tested my strength out with errands today and my strength was not found wanting.
Yay, me. Yay, life.
At the market—Ralph's in Marina del Rey—I ran into a man with a parrot on his shoulder, smelling of brine, who invited me aboard his sloop, the John B. I was forced to decline his offer, being newly reacquainted with life, and he mentioned something about keel hauling. I hit him with my steel-tipped umbrella and put the fear of God in him. He tipped his tricorn hat at me, saying, "Beg pardon, madame" and hobbled off on his peg leg, natty dreads flying in the wind, and pursued by a giant white rabbit wearing a vest and obsessively checking his pocket watch.
Just another day in L.A.
http://crisper.livejournal.com/26562.html
I came home that Friday and began cleaning house because I was to have company on Saturday evening. Saturday was spent cleaning and cooking, and we had a fine evening—hopefully I didn't give everyone a terrible cold. Sunday I felt totally exhausted, as if I'd gone on a forced march up a mountain. I thought myself pathetic if a good session of house cleaning would lay me low like that.
Monday, of course, I woke up with the Cold That Would Not Die. It totally flattened me. I haven't been knocked out by a cold like that in years—and I've used up half my sick leave the first month of the year. Makes me so not happy. But what are you going to do? I couldn't go to work like that. I didn't really start to feel like a human being until yesterday.
I thought I'd better get out some today because tomorrow I go for my semi-annual thyroid check up at UCLA. UCLA is always an ordeal, even when I'm perfectly well. I tested my strength out with errands today and my strength was not found wanting.
Yay, me. Yay, life.
At the market—Ralph's in Marina del Rey—I ran into a man with a parrot on his shoulder, smelling of brine, who invited me aboard his sloop, the John B. I was forced to decline his offer, being newly reacquainted with life, and he mentioned something about keel hauling. I hit him with my steel-tipped umbrella and put the fear of God in him. He tipped his tricorn hat at me, saying, "Beg pardon, madame" and hobbled off on his peg leg, natty dreads flying in the wind, and pursued by a giant white rabbit wearing a vest and obsessively checking his pocket watch.
Just another day in L.A.
http://crisper.livejournal.com/26562.html
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Date: 2008-01-28 01:13 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-01-28 08:14 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-01-28 04:29 am (UTC)That said, it wasn't until you mentioned the peg leg that i began to wonder.
Glad you're feeling better, though!
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Date: 2008-01-28 08:15 am (UTC)