It's like your brain goes away for a few minutes, forgets the coughing, the fever, the aches. It's like you can't see that the pile of kleenex has overgrown every garbage can in the house. It's like somehow, until you stop for a moment and actually kick your brain into working again it pretends that everything is fine just fine.
I got home from work on Monday, took a nap. Woke up with a fever. Ah, well, I've been burning the candle at both ends, it's just exhaustion, right? Tuesday: worked with a fever. Wednesday: worked with a fever. Thursday: got up, realized that I really should probably get back to bed, but had brought work home with me, so, like a real gangsta did the work, then went home and went to bed. As my work involved driving, it was worrisome to realize that maybe I shouldn't be doing this, as I had to force myself to concentrate on things like checking for other cars at four way stops. Like, I'd look and see that no cars were there but as soon as that determination was made I reached the buffer on my short term memory and had to keep re-checking that everything was kosher.
But everything was fine just fine, right? Sure, I got home, took a bath to get good and relaxed, and then promptly fell asleep for four hours. Then was awake for four more, then slept for twelve (and called in sick to work for Friday). And after the phone call I slept for four more. That's twenty hours out of twenty four totally unconscious, for people keeping track.
But things are fine just fine, ok? Sure, I was trembling with exhaustion after leaving the house for ten minutes to get a sandwich from Subway. (And all my love to the gal who let me go in front of her in line. No joke, all my love. May your life be puppies, roses, and cupcakes.) And this was after sleeping almost sixteen hours in a row! And I only drove six blocks, total! I'm fine just fine.
Yesterday I had chicken noodle soup and powerade, and it was good. Today I've been bemoaning that I have no chicken soup left (I do have creamy tomato, but it doesn't appeal at all) and thinking longingly of the other ways to get food to me. I could cast Summon Pizza, but I don't think I'd be up to eating it. There's the Thai place across the street, that's just a block away. Or the teriyaki place, and they have miso.
Miso. Waitaminute.
Last night as I was falling asleep I recalled that I had miso, and was going to have some today. See, Past Kim was smart, and when she heard that radioactive stuff was washing into the sea around Japan, she went out and loaded up on miso. I've got enough miso to get me through three illnesses (note: sickness do NOT take this as a challenge, please!). But due to this horrible memory drain (no, I'm fine just fine.) I'd forgotten that I remembered.
I was blaming the universe for breaking The Secret and all, because I was visualizing soup being here like an ADD rabbit, but it didn't let me down. There is soup to be had, hooray!!
(Sorry for the random post!)
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