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Apr. 1st, 2008 11:51 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
janegodzillaArgh, I think I'm getting sick. I felt like crap when I woke up this morning, but since everything is blooming now, I thought it might be allergies. Unfortunately, the longer I'm up, the worse I feel...and there was a nasty little death plague going around the office towards the end of last week. I suspect that's what I've ended up with.
What sucks is that tonight I'm getting together with a Portland writer I met a little while ago, along with a few of her friends -- they wanted to talk about setting up a writer's group, which is something I've been dying to be involved in for ages. We're doing dinner and going to one of the Willamette Writer's Guild talks, and I plan to go no matter how shitty I feel, but it still stinks that this thing I've been looking forward to for weeks is now going to be slightly less awesome, because all my body wants to do is collapse and go to sleep.
Also, I'm supposed to get together with Nate tomorrow, and I don't think we're at the stage of our relationship where it's a good idea for him to see me when I'm sick. I don't want him to catch it, for one thing, but I'm also just not a pleasant person when I'm ill.
I think a lot of folks get kind of whiny and unhappy when they don't feel well. I just get pissy. Don't touch me, don't take care of me, just keep me supplied with Kleenex and lemon tea and leave me the fuck alone. When I do want to be touched, I will say so, and even then it's mostly that I want to use your leg as a headrest while you occasionally -- occasionally! -- pet my hair. I don't know. I'm a big fan of cuddling most of the time, but when I'm sick? I hate it.
And since Nate is pretty much the nicest guy in the whole wide world*, I don't want to subject him to that sort of thing just yet. Hopefully, I'll have this kicked by tomorrow night, because right now I'm miserable and everything tastes like crap, and all I want to do is crawl back into bed and sleep for seventy-two hours...or until my throat stops feeling like I swallowed a nest of fire ants. Whichever comes first. XP
* He really is! I have proof!
What sucks is that tonight I'm getting together with a Portland writer I met a little while ago, along with a few of her friends -- they wanted to talk about setting up a writer's group, which is something I've been dying to be involved in for ages. We're doing dinner and going to one of the Willamette Writer's Guild talks, and I plan to go no matter how shitty I feel, but it still stinks that this thing I've been looking forward to for weeks is now going to be slightly less awesome, because all my body wants to do is collapse and go to sleep.
Also, I'm supposed to get together with Nate tomorrow, and I don't think we're at the stage of our relationship where it's a good idea for him to see me when I'm sick. I don't want him to catch it, for one thing, but I'm also just not a pleasant person when I'm ill.
I think a lot of folks get kind of whiny and unhappy when they don't feel well. I just get pissy. Don't touch me, don't take care of me, just keep me supplied with Kleenex and lemon tea and leave me the fuck alone. When I do want to be touched, I will say so, and even then it's mostly that I want to use your leg as a headrest while you occasionally -- occasionally! -- pet my hair. I don't know. I'm a big fan of cuddling most of the time, but when I'm sick? I hate it.
And since Nate is pretty much the nicest guy in the whole wide world*, I don't want to subject him to that sort of thing just yet. Hopefully, I'll have this kicked by tomorrow night, because right now I'm miserable and everything tastes like crap, and all I want to do is crawl back into bed and sleep for seventy-two hours...or until my throat stops feeling like I swallowed a nest of fire ants. Whichever comes first. XP
* He really is! I have proof!