David Gillon (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
davidgillon) wrote2016-05-15 03:31 pm
davidgillon) wrote2016-05-15 03:31 pm
Dear Week, Stop It!
Monday: feeling slightly off
Tuesday: sick as a dog, shaking and shivering in bed
Wednesday: Feeling much better, but clearly still feverish - sweating so hard I couldn't keep my hair dry even carrying a towel around with me!
Thursday morning: Thank good that's over.
Thursday afternoon and Friday: short of breath, and spoons. For reals, Week?
Saturday: Completely out of spoons.
Sunday: Driven shrieking awake at 5AM by pain in shoulder/neck. Fortunately got back to sleep, but still there when I woke up later, also feels like I've been kicked in ribs on same side.
Just stop it!
Tuesday: sick as a dog, shaking and shivering in bed
Wednesday: Feeling much better, but clearly still feverish - sweating so hard I couldn't keep my hair dry even carrying a towel around with me!
Thursday morning: Thank good that's over.
Thursday afternoon and Friday: short of breath, and spoons. For reals, Week?
Saturday: Completely out of spoons.
Sunday: Driven shrieking awake at 5AM by pain in shoulder/neck. Fortunately got back to sleep, but still there when I woke up later, also feels like I've been kicked in ribs on same side.
Just stop it!
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I've dispatched a shapely space saucer packed with giggly green geese headed to your location real soon now.
Destination? THE STARS!
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(far fucking out, as I used to say when I was a profane teenager.)
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