Brief update

Thanks for your sympathy and wishes, dear f-list. Disgusting cold became even more disgusting, and on Thursday I actually had a bit of fever and stayed at home. Friday, though fever-less, was rather exhausting -- I left work at 2, because I'd already worked my way through 100 paper tissues. On Friday evening, major desperation because nose was totally blocked (but of course still running like mad), area around the eyes swollen... So I said to myself, well, if it's all inflamed and swollen, let's try some ice. Wrapped ice cubes in tea towel and put on face. Oh, the absolute BLISS! Half an hour later I was again able to breathe through my nose, felt much better on Saturday -- sense of smell and taste returned some time around noon -- and yesterday felt as good as new. What a relief!

Due to the enormous amounts of snot filling my head, there wasn't much room for anything else, so I didn't get any writing done. Besides, physical unwellness really isn't conducive to thoughts of romance, or indeed anything besides "OMG when will it END???"

And now, an observation, combined with a question, out of mere curiosity:

Observation: I'll never cease to be astonished about how deeply childhood notions stay ingrained in the consciousness. Example: a part of Vienna's 3rd district is called "Erdberg". The German word for strawberry is "Erdbeere", and since earliest childhood I've associated Erdberg with strawberries, without ever making the very obvious connection that Erdberg means literally "mountain of earth". Only when I looked out the window yesterday, watching the heavy machines tackling a mountain of earth next to the Turkish residence building, I thought of the thing as "Erdberg" and became aware what the Viennese name really meant.

Question: do such things happen to you people as well, or should I be slightly worried?