I think this is my crazy fangirl face. (More at Rachel's flickr.)

Despite the, uh, part where they lost (eyeroll), it was quite a lovely day. Seriously. The prediction was rain, but instead it was 60 and sunny out. Rachel and I were on the ball enough to bring sunscreen (because we are vampirically pale and would spontaneously burst into flame otherwise), which meant that the sun was quite lovely. And like, seriously, warm enough that we both stripped off the jackets and sweatshirts, which for those of you who know me and that I prefer temperatures approaching jungle-like, was quite remarkable. Our seats were about three quarters of the way back on the third base side; upper deck, but near the front. They were actually damn near perfect, because the lower decks were all in shadow, and from our understanding, it was cold where there was no sun. So ha!

And yes, I kept hydrated.

Also fun was that we were sitting next to the Tiniest Yankees Fan. He was with his dad, and probably about three, and decked out in full, adorable gear. Obviously, being a toddler, he didn't really have much of an attention span, but was adorably entertaining throughout.

The boys lost, but there was an entertaining rally in the 8th that kept it from being a total downer. If the A hadn't been running shuttle bus (oy) even the trip home would have been fine.

I, on the other hand, am still completely stuffed up -- but not sick in the way I was all week. Like, this is clearly still the flu, and I'm coughing, but I feel like a person again, capable of thought and movement and digesting food. So this is all very positive. (Regardless, I'm off to take cough syrup and go to bed. Yay for sleep!)

Ha! A few hours ago, I had soup and crackers and felt fine afterwards, and just recently was hungry and actually had a bowl of spaghetti and I'm still fine!

This is particularly exciting, not only because I didn't puke, but also because the last time I had a meal was, uh...Monday. Being sick completely wiped out any drive to eat I had, so I'd been subsisting on juice, crackers, and jello cups. (Strawberry/raspberry is delicious.)

But now I have eaten! And while still stuffy and occasionally coughing, I feel about 85% better! So yeah, probably good that I didn't go to work today. Even though I really, really, really hate missing work. (Seriously, I don't think I've missed four days of work since...ever, actually.)

So half an ago I got abruptly dizzy, light headed, shaky, and kind of nauseus. I figured this was from not eating much in the last few days, as being sick makes me really, really not hungry at all, so it's been pretty much just crackers and jello. So, assuming caloric intake would help, I hesitantly ate a cracker.

Ten minutes later I threw the cracker back up.

It's the first time I've puked since I've been sick...actually the first time I've puked without alcohol being involved since middle school. So much for how much better I was feeling today. Guess I won't be going to work tomorrow after all. I had such high hopes.

(Rachel was kind enough to get up and sit with me, even though she had a 14 hour workday today, and there wasn't actually anything she could do other than listen to me whine and get me water and tissues. She is genuinely the best big sister ever. ♥)

By the way, I haven't got the vaguest idea how to correctly spell "nauseus." But I'm sick and I don't care.

Yep, staying home again, as per orders from poisonivory. Something about actually sleeping after you've been the hospital (but to be fair, I was only in the hospital for 20 minutes, and that was just to get the x-rays, which were negative! So whatever.). I'll probably go in tomorrow, though, because I hate missing work.

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As we were getting ready for bed last night, harriet_vane let some of her magical writing approach slip. I thought a few people might appreciate it: "In case of emergency, I always write about how Ryan has a scarf."

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I am off to drink some juice, shower, and eat some jello, and drink some more juice (I really don't want to get dehydrated again). If you're interested in keeping me entertained whilst I'm home sick, feel free to hit me with the fuck/marry/kill meme...even though I feel genuine guilt at having to kill people sometimes. Sensitive soul that I am.

So at 4:15, I arrived home from my doctor's appointment.

The appointment began at 10:20 this morning.

It was a very long day, which involved getting my vitals taken five times (apparently they were that bad), a chest X-ray, several hours spent sitting in the dark drinking juice, and finally an hour hooked up to an IV.

How was your day?

(ETA: It's just the flu, and hit me super hard because of the dehydration. Probably should have made that clear earlier.)

So I didn't feel so hot yesterday. I was up much of the night with rolling waves of nausea and an inability to breathe, anyway. But I finally caught a couple hours around dawn, and (especially given I took a sickday a couple weeks ago) figured that showering to clear some of the gunk out of my head would help. So I got up, showered, got dressed, and dragged myself 140 blocks downtown to my job.

Where I sat at my desk for ten minutes, then realized that this just ain't happening, got up, and dragged myself 140 blocks home (with a quick pitstop to buy more sudaphed and tissues).

I'm disconcerted by how sick I've been this year.

So I'm still coughing up a storm and, due to the napping today, have totally fucked up my sleep schedule and am now not going to get much sleep tonight, which sucks. I'm going to work tomorrow, though; I just hate taking days off and I really don't feel sick enough to justify it. I have no symptoms other than coughing, wtf? (Well. And now my throat hurts, because it's the really raw, racking kind of cough that causes ache, apparently.)

Today was actually pretty nice, though. The cat barely attacked me at all! And I spent it mainlining Newsies fic, which was excellent. I read everything I hadn't already ready by lielabell and then everything I hadn't already read by cymbalism219. They are both so good. I really just feel like the Newsies fandom is excellent right now; it's small and fun and full of goodfic and nice people. I know I go through phases of being super into it (like, oh, now) and times when I'm not so much, but I'm always so happy it's there to go back to. It's like coming home.

♥ to everyone on my flist.

(ETA: in my last entry, btw, I discuss various pairings: Jack/Race, Mush/Blink, Spot/Race, and -- totally not my fault -- Teddy/Denty. More requests are welcome; I'm having fun!)

Hooray, I have an appointment for Tuesday, 6PM. My doctor does indeed take my new insurance, so that's good.

Yes, this entry was an excuse to write that down somewhere I won't lose or forget about it.

Also, I think I will use the excuse of being home sick today to go do my laundry. Because lordy, do I need to do that. Ught.

I'm staying home from work today. I never do that, because I always feel a horrible crushing guilt about it, but the cough I've had since last Friday hasn't cleared up yet (it's gotten worse) and -- here's the ridiculous part -- it's the first time since November I haven't been working on a huge, massive project of some sort. If I had pressing stuff to do at work, I'd go in anyway; I hate getting behind and not getting stuff done. But as it is, there's nothing that needs my attention that badly, as if I'm going to be a miserable, coughing mess all day, I'd rather do it lying in bed.

My goal is to call my former doctor later today and find out if he takes my new insurance; if not, to find someone who does and get a doctor's appointment. Because even though I don't feel super sick (the cough and a sore throat from coughing so much are my only actual symptoms), having racking coughing fits every five minutes is not good or normal.

Uggggggght. And now to sleep for an hour or two.

Sick. I've been sick for awhile, actually. Last week I had a brief stomach thing that sent me home from work early, as it was really uncomfortable. I got through that, but Monday evening got sick, like, having-a-cold sick. Stuffed up nose, headachey, sore throat. The worst of it past, but man, I miss breathing.

So today I did stay home sick today. I'm curled up in a bunch of layers, as it's finally cold in the apartment (it might not be if that window wasn't broken, but at least they dealt with the leak in the ceiling...), and drinking tea. It looks blustery out, but at least it isn't raining.

The very fast rundown: we arrived at Margot's on Monday, as planned. Tuesday we hit Six Flags for day of fun in the sun. Twas awesome. Wednesday we slept in late, wore pajamas all day, watched movies, and had a grand time. Thursday we poked around Margot's town and mostly just hung out and had a nice time.

Today I woke up with what seems to be a sinus infection. Which made the drive homewards awesome, ad I'm sure you can guess. (Not that I'm driving at all, but I feel bad for passing out on Jen and Jess.) Also tonight we wanted to stop a couple hours ago--basically when we hit the Virginia border--but every motel was either full or only had smoking rooms, so we figured we'd just look for the next place. The next two places were basically Bates Motels, out in the middle of the woods with burnt-out neon signs and no one around. So we kept going and finally found a Holiday Inn Express about 45 minutes out of Richmond. Which means we did, as close as I can tell, 2/3 of the trip today instead of half.

And now I think it's bedtime, as I'm both exhausted and still ill. Alas.

So the boy and I went out a few nights ago; over the course of dinner, he went from "occasional cough" to "can't stop coughing, throat hurts, head hurts, maybe I should just go home?"

Surprise surprise, last night I developed a sore throat. I got 10 hours of sleep, but it was still there when I woke up, along with a headache. I figured I was just groggy and it would go away, so I eventually forced myself out of bed and to work. Two hours later, I clocked out, and came back home. I'm now sucking down cough drops like they're going out of style, and stocked up on OJ.

I'm off to nap, and probably will sleep straight through until Saturday morning, when I leave. God willing, I'll be feeling better and will enjoy my trip. God not willing, I'll be at the show anyway, and will bring my cold to Brandeis, right in time for finals. (I'm sure they'll thank me... oh, wait.)

At least I don't have the coughing part (knock on wood).

So the good news is that my tooth feels much, much better, and I can eat again. The bad news is, I need a root canal. ( Cut for those squicked by dental details. )

(As a general FYI, I'm trying to avoid root canal horror stories. This is me, sticking my fingers in my ears. So no sharing, please.)

Anyhoo, I'm generally sort of stressed out and have been unhappy for awhile (minus having Rachel and Margot visit, which was awesome). I'm freaked out about moving, but hopefully once I get out of here, I'll be start doing a bit better. Thanks to everyone fro their earlier concern. I think I've used up my drama queen allotment for awhile, but stay tuned. You never know when a total meltdown is right around the corner!

Still sick. Home, and horribly sick. You know what I miss? Breathing. Can someone remind me what that's like?

My MRI was today. There was a lot of hassle getting there, as MapQuest blows and sent us not only to the wrong address, but to the wrong town entirely. Which led to some panic, but it turned out I still had their number in my recent calls and called for directions, and we eventually found it, only a few minutes late. Luckily. The MRI itself was fine; it was open, thankfully, and instead of earplugs they had headphones that piped in the radio station of your (well, my) choice. And WBOS played the crappiest set I've ever heard. (God, I fucking hate emo. Don't get me started.)

We ordered in Thai and watched most of Series V of Red Dwarf tonight (me, Leah and Dan, that is), and then ran to Walgreens. I picked up a bunch of stuff for the formal tomorrow: disposable camera, nail polish, hair products (getting my hair actually done was pretty ridiculously priced), lipstick. It's all quite girly and exciting.

Oh yes, there will be pictures.

I haven't been sleeping well and I don't know why not. I just can't make my brain turn off for long enough to fall asleep, which is quite disconcerting, as I nearly never have trouble sleeping. Sleeping a lot has always been my shtick.

And thanks to the lack of sleep, I now feel vaguely ill. So tempted to call in sick to my internship, but didn't. Go me.

Groaaaaaaaaaaaaan.

Goals for today: work out when/where I'm getting the MRI with the health center
schedule a hair appointment for Saturday
track down a needle and thread to fix my dress straps
write at least one cover letter
fix my resume
sleep at least eight hours
stop feeling ill

Good luck to me.

So guess who needs an MRI!

I hate everything.

This is just not my semester, health-wise.

I woke up yesterday morning (as in, before noon, gasp) with an awful, terrible, splitting headache. It didnt go away all day. At all. Taking three advil didn't kill it off. I wondered if perhaps it was a migraine, though I've never been diagnosed with one before, and called Mom to ask. She doubts it, and has it pinned down as a sinus problem, even though my nose isn't at all stuffed up.

So now I have a mysterious sinus headache, which still hasn't gone away, and I fear my head may explode at any moment. I called in sick to work, which I hate doing, because every time I move my head starts pounding worse.

Whiiiiiiiiine.

Also, ( does this sound like a hoax? )

ETA: Ebay says it's a fake.

( Meme. Me and Gandalf all the way, baby. )

So I saw Proof last night, and it was damn amazing. Seriously. First thought: Josh's set looks awesome. Then Elliott comes on stage, and floors you with his ridiculous, amazing talent. And then Klasko enters, and possibly you pass out from how good he is. (The other two characters were also good; I'm just a bit preferential to the guys in my troupe. Obviously.)

As for having a cane, well. My hand is sore for using it, but my knee is feeling much better. And when you have a cane, cars stop and let you cross the road, and people will move out of your way in a crowded room. I feel kind of guilty about that, because I'm really not hurt that badly, and when I use the cane I particularly don't hurt, but on the other hand, it's good to know that people have some basic manners after all.

Also, you can hit people with it. Not that I have. That would be bad.