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My head hurts

Woke up feeling distinctly the worse for wear, and spent half the morning huddled over the toilet bowl. I'm feeling marginally better now, except for the pounding in the temples and the heavy feeling at the base of the skull; the kind of headache that comes from having nothing in your stomach and lacking the courage to try and put anything in it for fear it'll all go to waste again. And all I had was one lousy g&t last night, so alcohol-induced this malady cannot be!

It's one of the things I hate most about winter. There's always some kind of bug lying in wait around the corner, and just when you've got shot of one, there's always another to jump up and get you. I wish spring'd hurry up and arrive already, then get the hell out the way and let glorious summer spread its warmth. I'm much better in summer. Well-nigh indestructible. When summer's here, I can't wait to get out of bed and do things; but in winter, it's quite another story. I can't jump out of bed -- no, I have to heave myself into an upright position creaking and groaning and have to move about sluggishly and painfully until my muscles have warmed up and I can put some spring in my step. I'm an old woman this time of year, and I hate it.

I had meant to come into town early and have the travel agent sort out this 'getting a ticket to NYC'-malarky, but I missed my chance of getting any kind of help with that today. When I looked in just now, the place was packed with holiday hopefuls, and looking at the grey skies and gleaming wet pavements, it's no wonder. I'm half tempted to book a flight to sunnier places myself, if it means I can go immediately.

Still haven't quite decided whether I'm looking to fly back on the Thursday or the Friday following the con. It'll be my niece's birthday that weekend and she can't quite conceive of a celebration without her favourite auntie there; but on the other hand, it's a whole day more of fun and shopping in the Big Apple if I go back on the later date. I can always put in a jet-lagged appearance, I suppose...


( 9 Speak Like A Child — Shout To The Top )
Jan. 24th, 2004 07:28 am (UTC)
Poor you! Hope you're better soon. Strangely enough, I spent the night dealing with vomit too - although not mine. But when did she decide to decorate her bedroom? Right in the middle of "Beneath You". Fantastic.

I have enormous problems getting out of bed in winter. Well, to be truthful, I have enormous problems getting out of bed all year round, but it is definitely worse in the winter. All day today I've been fighting the urge to snuggle back in bed and let the kids go feral. A hottie bottle, a good book and my favourite snuggle quilt. So tempting. Maybe bears have it right. Spend Spring, Summer and Autumn stuffing yourself and getting as fat as possible, then sleep away the grey winter months. Wouldn't mind so much if we got the crisp, clean, frosty and snowy winters - it's these damp, cold, grey ones that I hate.

Still, nearly June.
Jan. 24th, 2004 09:49 am (UTC)
I officially declare today VOMIT DAY! I can't believe it's nearly six and I'm still yucky.

Lets hope everyone is better soon.
Jan. 24th, 2004 10:00 am (UTC)
Yay! Vomit day! Do we get to wear bile green flags?

Still not better? Maybe a hair of the dog. So that's a nice, greasy, pork vindaloo for you then.

You've gone a very funny colour...
Jan. 24th, 2004 10:12 am (UTC)
Well, mine had a lot of red wine, chicken passanda and Creme Brulee in it.

So it was red. I get a red badge.
Jan. 24th, 2004 01:40 pm (UTC)
I'll say "poor baby" to you, too, dear. What a way to end up your birthday *shudder* Feel better soon!
Jan. 24th, 2004 01:42 pm (UTC)
Is she feeling better today, Cass? Wow, icky stuff going around, sounds like.

Yes, it will be June before we know it.
Jan. 24th, 2004 03:00 pm (UTC)
You know kids - she was running around like a lunatic today. It's a bug doing the rounds at school with a 48 hour-ish incubation period which will probably see me throwing up sometime on Sunday night. Still, anything that gets me a day of work and helps the diet... bring it on. No - not really. Hate being sick. Blah. Poor G.
Jan. 24th, 2004 01:39 pm (UTC)
Poor baby - hope you're feeling better now. It sounds pretty icky.
Jan. 26th, 2004 03:19 am (UTC)
All better! Well, except for the fact that it's still grey and cold and wet out, and it's Monday, and I have to work for a living, but other than that -- big improvement on the weekend ;-)
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