sick again

[fatrockstar]

I'm taking another day to recuperate from whatever it is in my throat and chest. Garret is not doing much better, either. Judging from what I can see on my work access email, it looks like there's something going around -- I'm not running a fever, though. I'm just having a hard time breathing and talking. One of my nostrils has swollen up, making my nose look really funny. Is it a zit or a spider bite? You can't tell by looking. I just have a poorly-sculpted nose for now. And it's sore.

So all this time hanging out with Garret has made me realize that having a "computer room" setup isn't that great an idea. He likes having the television going while he computes/games, and I find it distracting. I'm scoping out other places in the apartment where I can set up my computer and not be disturbed by the cat or the television. Moving Garret out of this space is not an option. I would rather be able to shut the door on his mess when visitors come over than have to argue with him about the clean up.

Grady, bless his little heart, doesn't know what to do with both of us at home being lumps. He really wants to play, or be snuggled, or be fed -- I don't think he's made up his mind and can't express it in English. The doodad-on-a-stick is down to two feathers, we can't find the jingly-balls, and since I don't have long hair anymore there aren't any ponytail holders for him to kick around. He woke me up at 6 this morning wanting attention and was quite vocal about it. I think he's the only thing that I can hear in the morning anymore. The alarms on my clock and cell phone just aren't making enough of a dent in my psyche to get me out of bed.

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[waning-estrogen.livejournal.com]

having a little of that nastiness here, too. I seem to have allergic reactions to things all across the US. oh joy. at least my head is nearly cleared up, and I'm left with sore throat/coughing up phlegm.

[joyful-storm.livejournal.com]

We usually find the dingle balls wedged under the stove. There's a drawer under there that if you pull it out you discover a vast collection of hidden cat toys. How *does* he get them in there?

Of course, that may not be the optimal toy to provide him with if you want to have some peace and quiet to rest. . .

Hope you're feeling better now!