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07 December 2003 @ 03:45 pm
Denial  
I am not sick at all. I am perfectly healthy. My perfect health makes me the envy of all my friends. They point and they say "Look at that healthy girl! There's not a single outside pathogen in her system! She sleeps eight hours a night and eats three perfectly balanced meals a day! She drinks ten glasses of water and takes her vitamins! I wish I was her!"

I most assuredly do not have a fever and I do not sound like Tom Waits when I speak. I also don't have a sinus headache the likes of which could only be replicated by having angry dwarves mining in your skull for buried treasure. Or maybe that would be angry pirates, because, you know, TREASURE. But the point is they're not there. Because I'm totally not sick right now.

I can't be sick. Because I have so much work to do. I mean, *somuch*.

...goddamnit, I'm screwed.
 
 
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Adoable Frunk: dreamlyra_sena on December 7th, 2003 08:53 pm (UTC)
*snuggles* The Tom Waits comparison is right on the mark, sadly.

Is it wrong that I heard this: "Look at that healthy girl! There's not a single outside pathogen in her system! She sleeps eight hours a night and eats three perfectly balanced meals a day! She drinks ten glasses of water and takes her vitamins! I wish I was her!" as you doing your Madeline Kahn impression?

I'm going to come over and swoop down upon the angry dwarf pirates and stab them all with sporks until I am victorious. Then I am going to tuck you in bed and feed you soup. /endmaternalcoddling

*petpet*

pure FORESHADOWINGnifra_idril on December 7th, 2003 11:10 pm (UTC)
The Tom Waits comparison is right on the mark, sadly.

*sings songs from West Side Story, with a lisp*
Jonathan Toews does not want a sandwich.: Faithsvmadelyn on December 7th, 2003 08:55 pm (UTC)
You are so, so NOT SICK

*validates you*

You are absolutely, perfectly healthy! Down with the outside pathogen!

It never fails, does it? You have the quietest week ever and your health is all *lalalala* and sparkily good, then comes the week of hellish DOOM and your immune system decides to wave the white flag. Jerk.

Go back to bed and if you can, find someone to massage your head, especially around the temples and the side of your neck. That always helps me. Otherwise, brush your hair, long even strokes to get the circulation going. Take some warm honey and lemon to help with the throat and make some hot cocoa. Pop in something fluffy to watch for a few hours, rest, and then no matter what you feel like (hopefully it is *better*) tomorrow, get all of the stuff you missed today done.

And so endeth my (possibly) sage advice.
pure FORESHADOWING: fabio!clarknifra_idril on December 7th, 2003 11:12 pm (UTC)
It never fails, does it? You have the quietest week ever and your health is all *lalalala* and sparkily good, then comes the week of hellish DOOM and your immune system decides to wave the white flag. Jerk.

Exactly! I was all healthy and spry before! I was jumping around! Running, even! Healthy, and happy with *nothing* to do and now that I'm living in World O'Work I'm like what, Typhoid Nif or something? My immune system is clearly out to get me. It's a kind of archnemesis-thing. And I hate it. And not that kind of hate that means I want to have sex with it, either. Just genuine hate.

*hugs you* Thanks for the advice, babe.
garryowengarryowen on December 7th, 2003 09:01 pm (UTC)
Right there with you, sister! I am NOT walking around my apartment with my mouth open due to stuffed up nose. Nope.

*hugs* (those hugs are virtual to avoid germ transfer)
pure FORESHADOWING: Bearded Clark (ratcreature)nifra_idril on December 7th, 2003 11:13 pm (UTC)
Germs are bastards and they should all die and also, viruses. *smites*

*hugs back* Sorry to hear you're not-sick, also.