| Not fair! Not fair! Not fair! |
[Aug. 10th, 2009|07:42 am] |
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Mm: I just tried to screw a lid onto my glass of milk.
Mum: Well, you're clearly firing on all cylinders...
Murgle...
-Mmaster |
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| In happier news, my room is now tidy and my bed is made. |
[Aug. 9th, 2009|08:59 pm] |
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| | sick | ] |
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| | You Never Call Me By My Real Name, Tom Smith | ] |
Dude. I was sick a month ago. I declare it as completely unfair for me to be sick yet again. What the Hell?
*grumbles*
-Mmaster |
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[Jun. 28th, 2009|03:17 am] |
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Yay, apparently these cold meds don't really work - or at least, the night ones don't seem to; the day ones are okay. I'm still waking up in the middle of the night to nightmares, unable to get back to sleep. (Tonight's dream of fun and glory: I accidentally erased vital parts of work's database. I'd taken a backup, but still. It was probably inspired by this.)
Meanwhile, I'm trying to find "middle-of-the-night totally spacey and unable to concentrate" entertainments. I've been working through the ICHC sites - I tried skimming FailBlog, but found it a bit too Australia's Funniest Home Videos for my liking. "Oh, look! Someone fell over! Hahahaha!"
I then switched to GraphJam, which was much more my style. I think I read through 130-odd pages. :S. It was interesting to note that a lot of them got repeated, though hardly unexpected.
Those were last night.
Tonight, it's the classics: LOLCats and LOLDogs.
...I want my next cake to look like this.
-Mmaster |
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[Jun. 25th, 2009|06:33 am] |
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BRB, dying.
*collapses*
-Mmaster
EDIT: 7am work phone call from a New Zealand woman who didn't realise there was a time difference. Grargah. |
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| Looking down, she tells you things are looking up. |
[Mar. 6th, 2009|10:25 pm] |
I was planning on working late this evening to get some stuff finished.
When I threw up everything in my stomach at around 4PM, I decided that this was perhaps not the wisest eventuality.
Gah.
-Mmaster |
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[Sep. 26th, 2008|12:33 am] |
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Well, my temperature's almost back to normal. However! This illness seems to have hit me in strange ways - I feel my "best" when my temperature is at it's whackiest; yesterday morning, when I had 39.1, I felt almost well (aside from the desire to throw up). Today, with 37.1, I'm coughing, sneezing, a slight desire to throw up, etc, etc. I also can't sleep, but that's been consistent.
Gah...
-Mmaster |
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[Sep. 24th, 2008|07:28 am] |
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| [ | music |
| | Caravanna, The Lucksmiths | ] |
Whee! Temperature of 38 degrees!
-Mmaster |
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| Another problem with being sick: messed up sleeping patterns. |
[Aug. 6th, 2008|04:47 am] |
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| | sick | ] |
| [ | music |
| | How To Tie A Tie, The Lucksmiths | ] |
After waking up yesterday morning, more or less unable to breathe due to cold symptoms, I wound up taking the day off work on doctor's orders.
So, I spent the day reading Breaking Dawn. Everyone keeps complaining that the plot doesn't make sense. I'm trying to work out what it says about either me or my illness that it seemed perfectly logical to me.
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[Jul. 11th, 2008|05:12 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  okay | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Not The Girl You Think You Are, Crowded House | ] |
*prods BitTorrent*
You can find a seed. You've even connected to it. So why, then, are you not actually downloading the file?!?
In other news, I'm feeling significantly better today - I actually slept reasonably. Though Chris raised an eyebrow when I told him I'd "slept in" 'til 6am. But still.
*Mm wakes up
Mm: Great, it's still dark.
Mm's brain: Why, hello there, three am. I believe we've met far too often lately.
*Mm checks clock
Mm: Six am! Yes!
Whether the state of "Mediocre (siding to good) rather than terrible" will continue, improve, or deteriorate remains to be seen. And probably depends largely on whether I get decent amounts of sleep or not.
In other other news, the dog has liver abnormalities, so they're now doing adrenal tests. When I reported this to my mother, she said she hoped it was just the liver, which would probably just be "He's getting on in years". Sigh.
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[Jul. 10th, 2008|12:41 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  lonely | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Girl, The Beatles | ] |
Having had two days of being directed to go home as soon as I get to work, because I'm sick, I didn't even bother today - staying at home and 'resting'. Or something. I'm really bad at that, especially with my sleeping patterns stuffed up.
I'm even planning not to go to ProgSoc. Shock horror! I think the last week I missed (aside from when the building's been locked down) was me out of town somewhere or other - O'Reilly's, maybe?
Meanwhile, I don't even have the dog to keep me company. He was showing symptoms last night that is probably just me not taking brilliant care of him - not enough walks, blah blah blah. However, paranoia that it's a sign of his Cushing's Disease returning meant that I called up the vet and asked them to take a few samples. I can't get him there, so they came and collected him (probably at vast cost, but *shrugs*). Assuming that all is well, I should have him back this evening.
...So what the Hell am I going to do now? I've run out of Internet. Probably play video games or watch DVDs or something; but I'm starting to develop cabin fever about those activities. Sigh. Maybe I'll at least go and have breakfast/lunch at the cafe.
I've been awake since three am (except for maybe an hour's doze after I managed to get back to sleep), and I haven't eaten yet. Oops.
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[Jul. 10th, 2008|03:19 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  awake | ] |
| [ | music |
| | The music from some CuteOverload.com video | ] |
Today marks the third day in a row I've woken up at like 3am, and been more or less unable to get back to sleep.
OHGODWHY?
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[Jul. 9th, 2008|05:58 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | nauseous | ] |
| [ | music |
| | It Won't Be Long, The Beatles | ] |
Last night, I managed to accidentally smack my head so hard against one of the kitchen cabinets that I can still feel the bump this morning.
Then I almost dropped a cleaver onto myself.
It was at that point, Chris told me to leave him to the washing up in peace, before I managed to kill someone (namely myself).
...I'm not having a good week of it, am I?
-Mmaster
PS: This morning I woke up at 3:30 then just before six. Right now I feel mildly nauseous, despite having taken one of the tablets (though it probably hasn't kicked in yet). I'm not 100% sure these tablets actually accomplish anything, but I figure, why not? |
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[Jul. 7th, 2008|07:04 am] |
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| |  hungry | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Say Goodbye to Hollywood by Billy Joel in my head | ] |
Man, today is brown.
It's cloudy, and the yellow sunrise makes it look like smog. Or maybe it is smog.
I managed to sleep for normal hours last night - ten or ten thirty till around six forty five. The fact that I woke up is probably a good thing, since I forgot to turn off my alarm, so it went off as usual at 7am. I'd go to work, but I think a final day of recovery would probably be a good idea.
I wonder if I can eat normal food again yet? It'd be nice to have something other than toast and rice.
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[Jul. 5th, 2008|05:26 pm] |
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| | sick | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Say Goodbye to Hollywood, Billy Joel | ] |
Woo. I ate around 11am. I managed to keep it down till around 4pm. Then I went over to the next-door neighbours, asking them to take me to the doctor.
The doctor said more or less what I'd expected him to say: it's most likely food poisoning or a virus, and either way there isn't too much that can be done. He gave me a script for anti-nausea tablets (with instructions to take them at the first sign of a re-occurence), offered me an injection ("If your stomach feels really bad"), offered me the injection again (I'm guessing they're afraid that if they don't make an issue of offering it, people might complain that nothing had been done) and sent me home with the standard instructions - fluids and bed rest.
This is going to be a fun week.
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[Jul. 5th, 2008|10:42 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | okay | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Don't You Forget About Me by New Found Glory in my head | ] |
Well, I was up most of the night. I couldn't sleep more than two or three hours at a stretch. And I managed to throw up three times over the course of the night.
I managed to shift from the "two" to the "three" hours at a stretch when I swapped from my own bed to the spare bed. I'm not sure if it was actually more comfortable, or I was just marginally better by then.
I figure if I throw up again, I'll go to the doctor. However, at the moment, having had a bath to remove the smell of puke from my hair - and to warm the muscles that were aching, I feel infinitely more human. The Panadol may also have helped.
I guess the next step is to find something to eat, and see if I can keep it down. I haven't eaten since like 2pm yesterday, and I think I threw up all of yesterday's meals anyway.
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[Jul. 4th, 2008|08:52 pm] |
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| [ | music |
| | Can't Stop, Maroon 5 | ] |
Having watched the double-length season opener to Firefly, I can say this:
It isn't quite as funny as Buffy is at times. Admittedly, that could easily be blamed on the fact that I've had all the best jokes telegraphed to me progressively over the last couple of years, through encountering its fandom one place or another.
Since when I first tried to type "encountering" I wrote 'enoughering', and I'm shivering uncontrollably at random intervals, I have a feeling I should go to bed. Maybe I'll feel marginally less lousy in the morning.
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[Jul. 4th, 2008|06:53 pm] |
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Gragh. It seems that Chris has given me his cold. Or I've developed something similar on my own, or something. No real snuffly noses, but plenty of muscle aches and exhaustion, along with occasional coughing.
*crawls off to watch DVDs in bed*
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| I think I'm gonna be sad, I think it's today: the girl that's drivin' me mad is goin' away... |
[Jun. 22nd, 2007|09:20 pm] |
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| [ | music |
| | You Can Breathe, Jack's Mannequin | ] |
*whine*
See, I'm supposed to be feeling jubilant at the point. As of midday, I'm done with exams for the semester.
However, I can't really summon much more than an "Eh." kind of feeling.
Guess how I celebrated finishing the semester. Go on, guess.
...By helping Liz to clean the ProgSoc room. Whoo, party on.
Also by watching movies with Chris, but that got cut short and will probably be spread over about seven different days instead of the originally intended three - assuming we can even find those seven. Not that it's really suprising, the original plan was more or less a pipe dream.
Stress and lack of sleep have also finally caught up with me, giving me half the symptoms of a cold without any of the closure. Yay! My throat hasn't quite reached the level of "sore" as yet - at the moment, it's more like 'tight': okay to breathe, but uncomfortable to yawn or swallow.
Right now, I can't even summon enthusiasm for the things I've been looking forward to as "Once you get through exams, you can enjoy ____" type things. That particular fact may improve come morning, after a decent night's rest... But at the moment, I just wish to curl into a small ball and die. Yay!
...But even the Southern Cross was celebrating tonight - you could almost see the fourth star, a rarity in the Sydney smog.
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[Apr. 5th, 2007|12:18 pm] |
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| | Happy New Year B, Rent | ] |
Grargh. *mutters irritably*
My cough has triggered. Again. My parents are telling me not to go to ProgSoc, and I think I'll overrule them on that; but I'm probably going to go fairly late and leave fairly early. Or try to, anyway.
I actually feel pretty reasonable a fair proportion of the time at this moment in time. It's just when I'm coughing up a lung and a half that I'm tempted to stay in bed till next week.
I wonder if there's any Strepsils in the cupboard?
-Mmaster
EDIT: Duro-Tuss, Neurofen, and Pepsi make for an interesting cocktail. I couldn't find anything advising against it, so... |
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[Oct. 30th, 2006|08:01 am] |
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Yesterday was Matt's birthday. We (Laura, me, Matt, Stevie, Jeremy, Richard - in order of arrival) went to the Inferno Cafe for pizza, then wandered around Broadway Shopping Centre.
Stevie and Jeremy went home, and the rest of us headed to the park for a while. Richard had given Matt a rocket thing, so we shot that, and chatted and stuff. Laura went home to study, eventually. Matt, Richard and I hung out in the park for a while longer, then walked to Matt's place.
I chatted with Matt's mother, Julie, and she mothered me because my own mother wasn't handy to do so. We played a handful of rounds of Skip-Bo, a simple card game that I haven't played in a few years. Richard attempted to fix Matt's computer (or, more precisely, his internet connection), then the electricity started being erratic, so we shut everything using power in the house off.
Julie dropped Richard home, then we went back to Broadway to do some quick shopping. Basic groceries for me, I haven't had a chance in a while. They were looking for fuse wire and a torch: they found the torch, but not the fusewire... Do they even sell fusewire in supermarkets?
She dropped me home, and I crashed.
This morning I feel spectacularly lousy, and the only reason I'm not still in bed is because I have an assignment due tomorrow - and I don't even know where it's up to. I also have to send an email slash go and talk to relevant people for each of the subjects to say "Look, I'm sick and incapable. So you know, I've applied for Special Consideration, see copy. Please don't mark down my teammates because I suck." Thankfully, apparently, Adrian has finished the ICS report (not having looked at it as yet); but we still need to develop a presentation for it by Wednesday. Life should be better after Wednesday (except for that whole "studying for exams" thing).
But first, breakfast. I've had a random assortment of people glare at me for not eating well, the doctor and Julie included. I probably still won't be eating well, but now that I actually have some Rice Bubbles, it will at least be cheaper.
*slashdies*
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