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Oct. 26th, 2009 04:02 pmI spent most of yesterday wanting to die, clutching my head and trying not just to break down and cry about the epic pain in my head that painkillers wasn't touching, combined with a complete loss of voice and basically just a sensation of No, I Am Not Feeling Healthy. Having been out on Saturday night as part of my Attempt To Make Local Friends, I would normally attribute it to a hangover, except that I barely had a drink and came home early. This feeling was probably made worse by having been up half the night after being woken up by my mother returning home very, very drunk in the wee hours (ah, the mid-life crisis continues unabated) and then being kept awake by A Noise, the origin of which I was unsure and was possibly in my head although eventually squishing my skull between two pillows did the trick, whether it was in my head or not. I do not do well in the middle of the night when I have mild fevers as my brain does odd things.
And then I woke up early and decided to get up. I spent a day watching Trek is a kind of squinty way and sitting in darkened rooms and thinking unpleasant thoughts towards anyone who thinks that is is ever big or clever to get roaringly drunk at house parties. (In my defence, I tend to get roaringly drunk at my own house parties.)
In the end, I crawled into my bed at 10pm, issuing dire, dire warnings that if anyone woke me up for unnecssary reasons like midnight baths (my head! is next to the boiler! stop with the hot water!), shouted conversations up and down the stairs, dropping keys on laminated floors, etc, etc, I would probably kill them. I meant it, too. Makes me sound like an awful person, but every night for seven days I have been woken up by stuff like this, and I really don't think it's fair.
Other than one moment, I slept all last night like the dead, and I woke up this morning to go and do my early shift without even the whisper of a headache, the fever is finally qiped out and my voice is partially back. OH SLEEP I LOVE YOU. I still feel quite grotty, but I feel so much more human than I did yesterday.
Also today I caved and bought massive fluffy blue slipper boots from work. They are amazing and my feet feel like they're being given a cuddle. Oh Fat Face, I will miss the random purchases.
And then I woke up early and decided to get up. I spent a day watching Trek is a kind of squinty way and sitting in darkened rooms and thinking unpleasant thoughts towards anyone who thinks that is is ever big or clever to get roaringly drunk at house parties. (In my defence, I tend to get roaringly drunk at my own house parties.)
In the end, I crawled into my bed at 10pm, issuing dire, dire warnings that if anyone woke me up for unnecssary reasons like midnight baths (my head! is next to the boiler! stop with the hot water!), shouted conversations up and down the stairs, dropping keys on laminated floors, etc, etc, I would probably kill them. I meant it, too. Makes me sound like an awful person, but every night for seven days I have been woken up by stuff like this, and I really don't think it's fair.
Other than one moment, I slept all last night like the dead, and I woke up this morning to go and do my early shift without even the whisper of a headache, the fever is finally qiped out and my voice is partially back. OH SLEEP I LOVE YOU. I still feel quite grotty, but I feel so much more human than I did yesterday.
Also today I caved and bought massive fluffy blue slipper boots from work. They are amazing and my feet feel like they're being given a cuddle. Oh Fat Face, I will miss the random purchases.
