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Back from teh ded
Feb. 20th, 2012 10:45 amFinally. Antibiotics, if prudently used, really are a wonderful thing.
I started taking them on Wednesday and promptly had to stay home on Thursday, because I was dead. As in, totally wrung-out, unable to move, no appetite etc. Which is one of the reasons why I don't like to take antibiotics. Sometimes, though, you have to fight the devil with Beelzebub's aid.
Friday was marginally better, and since we had scheduled a consular team meeting, which I'd had to postpone already due to being sick and which I really didn't want to reschedule again, I somehow dragged the sorry old carcass to work. It was awful, not only because I was feeling like shit anyway, but also because I got a migraine on top of it all.
Somehow I did manage to get through the day, though, then went home, downed two painkillers and a stiff G&T and slept for three hours. Woke up feeling much better and hence cautiously optimistic.
Saturday was the first day where I could honestly say I was feeling healthy again. Absolutely marvellous. I went to play tennis and practically bounced all over the court because I was so happy to be up and running and fit.
Yesterday, i.e. Sunday, would have been marvellous, too, if I wasn't so damn stupid.
I know from long and painful experience that my stomach doesn't react well to eggs whether fried or scrambled, and worse if I add cheese and ham. What did the stoopid PW do? She had two fried eggs with cheese and ham, plus the antibiotic. The stomach cramps lasted till 9 p.m., in spite of numerous mugs of herbal tea. Well, at least I slept well. The Sunday could've been a lot more enjoyable, though.
Wonderful!Slavica called me on Friday -- she'd been cleaning the bathtub when Cornelius, always eager to get brushed and unaware that the tub was being cleaned, jumped into the tub. (Brushing is always done in the tub, because the hair remains confined there and doesn't drift all over the place). She picked him out immediately of course, and subjected him to having his paws washed three times, but was still anxious that he might've got some of the cleaning stuff into his stomach. Fortunately he hadn't; he didn't seem overly traumatized by the experience, either.
Not much else to report.
Brother is flying to Mauritius today with long-time partner -- even though the relationship doesn't have much of a future, he was reluctant to cancel since the trip had been booked and paid in full some months ago. Romantic, huh?
My father is still in rehab, accompanied by my mother. No steps whatsoever have been taken re. admission to a home, or selling the house in exchange for a flat. It's a good thing my hair is already mostly grey.
Ambassador is getting massively on my and everybody else's wick. It's amazig how nobody likes him, not even Jasna the Queen of Pain. Arrogance paired with a truly astonishing degree of conceit, plus blatant disregard for one's employees don't make a person especially likeable, though...
Oh, and I'm still smoking half of what I used to. *iz proud*
I started taking them on Wednesday and promptly had to stay home on Thursday, because I was dead. As in, totally wrung-out, unable to move, no appetite etc. Which is one of the reasons why I don't like to take antibiotics. Sometimes, though, you have to fight the devil with Beelzebub's aid.
Friday was marginally better, and since we had scheduled a consular team meeting, which I'd had to postpone already due to being sick and which I really didn't want to reschedule again, I somehow dragged the sorry old carcass to work. It was awful, not only because I was feeling like shit anyway, but also because I got a migraine on top of it all.
Somehow I did manage to get through the day, though, then went home, downed two painkillers and a stiff G&T and slept for three hours. Woke up feeling much better and hence cautiously optimistic.
Saturday was the first day where I could honestly say I was feeling healthy again. Absolutely marvellous. I went to play tennis and practically bounced all over the court because I was so happy to be up and running and fit.
Yesterday, i.e. Sunday, would have been marvellous, too, if I wasn't so damn stupid.
I know from long and painful experience that my stomach doesn't react well to eggs whether fried or scrambled, and worse if I add cheese and ham. What did the stoopid PW do? She had two fried eggs with cheese and ham, plus the antibiotic. The stomach cramps lasted till 9 p.m., in spite of numerous mugs of herbal tea. Well, at least I slept well. The Sunday could've been a lot more enjoyable, though.
Wonderful!Slavica called me on Friday -- she'd been cleaning the bathtub when Cornelius, always eager to get brushed and unaware that the tub was being cleaned, jumped into the tub. (Brushing is always done in the tub, because the hair remains confined there and doesn't drift all over the place). She picked him out immediately of course, and subjected him to having his paws washed three times, but was still anxious that he might've got some of the cleaning stuff into his stomach. Fortunately he hadn't; he didn't seem overly traumatized by the experience, either.
Not much else to report.
Brother is flying to Mauritius today with long-time partner -- even though the relationship doesn't have much of a future, he was reluctant to cancel since the trip had been booked and paid in full some months ago. Romantic, huh?
My father is still in rehab, accompanied by my mother. No steps whatsoever have been taken re. admission to a home, or selling the house in exchange for a flat. It's a good thing my hair is already mostly grey.
Ambassador is getting massively on my and everybody else's wick. It's amazig how nobody likes him, not even Jasna the Queen of Pain. Arrogance paired with a truly astonishing degree of conceit, plus blatant disregard for one's employees don't make a person especially likeable, though...
Oh, and I'm still smoking half of what I used to. *iz proud*
