Staying up late reading might've added to the morning's misery...
I nodded off reading Wuthering Heights, which is one of the many free books you can download to the Stanza application on the iPhone.
On a related note, it's more fun to read literature now that I'm not required to respond to it formally. I've downloaded forty or fifty different texts. They'd seem like too many, were it not for the 1.5 hour commute to work in the morning--and then again at night. It's a lot of time, and, most rides (when I'm stuck standing and need to hold on to something), the iPhone is easier to read than a physical book would be. I know I've touted it before, but it really is that useful.
I've watched The Big Fat Quiz Of The Year 2007 several times (okay, maybe more than several), but now that I've found it, I just like replaying this particular clip:
Noel Fielding's reaction is best. The first time I watched it, I definitely shared his sentiments.
... Have you seen Last.fm lately? The new player is quite flashy and it's twice as large as the previous version. See?
Showing posts with label wellbeing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label wellbeing. Show all posts
07 May 2009
wow, not-a-blip-and/or-tweet
30 April 2009
no, I didn't
(Cross-posted to LiveJournal)
My mother just texted me to ask if I'd gone to the doctor's yet.
No, I haven't. I'd thought about going yesterday after work, but then the time came and I wasn't feeling particularly wretched anymore. That's usually the way of it: I decide to go seek professional help, and suddenly my symptoms don't seem as serious. So I didn't go, because I was tired of having people look at me like I'm a hypochondriac (thanks, I got sick before any of this swine flu bullshit came reeling out of the woodwork).
I almost always feel this way in the presence of health professionals, actually--like they think I'm faking just to enjoy the pleasure of their company. Or that I'm being sick on purpose. Don't you just love it when people make you feel guilty about being sick? It's ridiculous, because I rarely seek out doctors. The last time I sought professional assistance (beyond the annual physical exam) was when I split my head open snow-boarding. See? Actual emergency situation. I hate hospitals and I hate doctors, and I don't try to spend time with them until I've exhausted all other options and it's become my last recourse.
So I felt marginally better yesterday afternoon (after eating half a dozen lozenges and a pair of Mucinex tablets), and decided to forgo the hairy eye I knew I'd get in triage.
Of course, then I woke up this morning and my left side sent me a throbbing pain whenever I breathed. Over the course of the hour between waking and walking to the Salem depot, I coughed up a bunch of fun stuff--and now it doesn't exactly hurt to breathe anymore. It just feels like there's a weight on my chest.
I know I should just go and deal with whatever typical incredulity gets thrown at me. I guess being treated like a faker for a few hours is better than contracting full-blown pneumonia from leaving bronchitis to fester.
Blah. I really don't want to go. But today is the seventh day, and I'm only feeling worse as time goes on. So--and so it goes.
27 April 2009
more from the Mid-Atlantic
(Cross-posted to LiveJournal)
I'm ill and have been since Friday night/Saturday morning.
A sore throat and congestion that makes my head feel disconnected from the rest of me. My breathing isn't blocked or anything, but I've been coughing on and off. Also, this ridiculous heat wave makes it difficult to tell if I'm really feverish or just feeling naturally hot like everyone else.
I used a Phenol throat spray this morning, which numbed me for a while but tastes the way dissection labs smell--formaldehyde and pickling jars. Not a pleasant association, that.
Having said all that, I knew I wouldn't be feeling well enough to go to work today... I spent the majority of the day on the couch, watching My So-Called Life and going in and out of consciousness.
Wandered upstairs around noon for a cool shower, and then returned to napping.
02 April 2009
inaccessible
(Cross-posted to LiveJournal)
Huh. I've left my phone somewhere; and, aside from not being sure where that somewhere is (I hope it's at home), I'm feeling mostly all right about it.
I didn't really notice until I thought, That's weird. Usually I've received about two dozen twitter txt messages by now [split fairly even between Neil Gaiman and Russell Brand on most days]. And then I discovered my mobile wasn't in its traditional place.
Oh, well. I'll just have fifty txts to erase when I get home (or, you know, not at all if I've lost it somewhere between here and there).
Just another excuse to put off getting a [likely expensive] haircut, really. Can't call the salon without my phone, and office phones are not to be used for personal non-emergency reasons like haircuts.
I'm very good at procrastination and justification.
01 April 2009
everyone's a comedian
(Cross-posted to LiveJournal)
Getting much better at headstands. Why are you doing headstands? I dunno, just felt inspired to improve the quality of my headstand (having full carpeting in a room helps, because who wants to do a headstand on a hardwood floor?). Jon Stewart and Aasif Mandvi--yes, they're just as funny upside-down. On a related note, laughing while you're doing a headstand is not something I recommend. Also, whenever I do my craptastic headstands, I think of this:
Must stop staying up when I know I'll just want to die in the morning when the alarm goes off in the dark.
I just really wanted to get my laundry done--because everything that I should've done over the weekend is getting dragged out over this week's evenings. It's the same thing with grocery shopping. There's no reason I couldn't have gone on Saturday or Sunday. I just didn't--and then had a wonderfully anxious time driving there and back through rush-hour sunset traffic (a million cars and pedestrians that you can't see with the sun in your eyes: AWESOME).
On a positive note, I have clean clothing and food, so life can't be all bad ...
It was dark and overcast this morning, whatever Weather.com has to say about it. Oh, it's 29° and sunny! No. First of all, it was in the 30's. Second of all, it was not sunny. Weather.com should be above April Fool's (though that's probably giving them too much credit--knowing what the actual weather is and deciding to say something else in an attempt of [albeit dull] trickery).
The cover of weeklydig is pretty good. It's an apology from AIG that begins: "We're really, really sorry!"
Gmail's April foolery is one-upping itself from last year:
Autopilot by CADIE: The easiest email could possibly be.
YouTube thinks they're brilliant, too. And they are, sort of. When you're on the main page and you click on a video link to watch, it sends you there but everything's upside-down. Go look! I'm not kidding (that would be a lame April Fool's, anyway--"made you look! I'm so clever! I can lie on the internet!").
Also on YouTube, there's a new video from TheJokerBlogs--but it is also a prank (of course):
I need a haircut. Pronto.
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