2006-11-25 10:02
nightrythm
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Thursday night heartburn and a headache. Standard for over-indulgence on Thanksgiving. God's punisment to gluttons.
Friday morning there are some tummy issues and heartburn. Speculate there may have been something wrong with the food, or maybe I just haven't finished recovery. Throw some more food on top of the heartburn and head out to LosCon. 10:30 am start to feel achy and tired. Have some green machine, go to a workshop, take a nap on handy hotel couch. Wake up better. Spend some time in the dealers room. Feel more achy and sore than before. Complain to loving boyfriend that I am feeling feverish. His diagnosis: You're warm. Discussion takes place over possible options as we are supposed to be working for Money Changers in exchange for our entrance fee. Go to next workshop. Feel like absolute crap. Sore, achy, every joint hurts, there is a hot flaming poker stuck through my chest amidst the hollow formed by hunger, starting to feel pulse at the temples with increases strength, feeling completely run down and exhausted. Decide to find food and take another nap. Am currently in no condition to drive. Have expensive chicken noodle soup at trendy hotel restaurant and a cup of tea. After 30 minute nap on conviniently placed hotel couch, return to dealer's room to retrieve keys from loving boyfriend and drive home. At home discover that I am floating fever of 100.1. Not wanting to take any drugs, so as to not interrupt the positive action f the fever, lie in front of the tv and ignore headache until sleep comes. Wake to discover headach is too strong for more sleep. Take medication and go to real bed.
Wake feeling weak, achy, heartburny, with severe joint soreness and vaguely strange. Prepare breakfast and take temperature. Score a 94.3. Run to computer to record data in LJ for posterity, or doctors reference when taken to the hospital.
Friday morning there are some tummy issues and heartburn. Speculate there may have been something wrong with the food, or maybe I just haven't finished recovery. Throw some more food on top of the heartburn and head out to LosCon. 10:30 am start to feel achy and tired. Have some green machine, go to a workshop, take a nap on handy hotel couch. Wake up better. Spend some time in the dealers room. Feel more achy and sore than before. Complain to loving boyfriend that I am feeling feverish. His diagnosis: You're warm. Discussion takes place over possible options as we are supposed to be working for Money Changers in exchange for our entrance fee. Go to next workshop. Feel like absolute crap. Sore, achy, every joint hurts, there is a hot flaming poker stuck through my chest amidst the hollow formed by hunger, starting to feel pulse at the temples with increases strength, feeling completely run down and exhausted. Decide to find food and take another nap. Am currently in no condition to drive. Have expensive chicken noodle soup at trendy hotel restaurant and a cup of tea. After 30 minute nap on conviniently placed hotel couch, return to dealer's room to retrieve keys from loving boyfriend and drive home. At home discover that I am floating fever of 100.1. Not wanting to take any drugs, so as to not interrupt the positive action f the fever, lie in front of the tv and ignore headache until sleep comes. Wake to discover headach is too strong for more sleep. Take medication and go to real bed.
Wake feeling weak, achy, heartburny, with severe joint soreness and vaguely strange. Prepare breakfast and take temperature. Score a 94.3. Run to computer to record data in LJ for posterity, or doctors reference when taken to the hospital.
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