The Aerie
Hel-lo? Is this damn thing EVER going to let up?
I am still in the grip of the Cold from Hell. If I needed any evidence
that I'm aging, this would satisfy the demand. I don't think I've ever
had a cold hang on THIS long, and be THIS debilitating.
Of course, I haven't been the best patient. I took Saturday off very
deliberately, sacrificing one day as propitiation to Congestro, God of
Headcolds. Certainly one day of rest would make a difference?
But no. I managed to get some work done on Sunday, but had to sack out
in the afternoon with exhaustion. Then, Monday, well the report was
due and I hadn't gotten much done over the weekend, so I headed in to
the client site early and hustled my butt for eight hours. Lacking any
appetite or common sense, I barely ate or drank all day, as a result I
headed home dog tired.
Tuesday bright and early I was in downtown Minneapolis for the MLAA
conference, where my company was being a conference vendor for the
first time. This is like paying for the privilege of being a
wallflower at the school dance, but if the premise is ridiculous, at
least the territory was way familiar.
That was torture. My ears were ringing so that I couldn't hear
anything anyone said. Every word I spoke echoed in my head like a
gunshot in an empty oil tanker. And I kept having to stand and be
friendly and all I wanted to do was curl up and die someplace.
Fortunately I picked up some decongestant tablets, and they allowed me
to survive the final horrific moments of the conference with some
measure of dignity.
I headed home and crashed, missing dinner. Woke up for an hour around
8:00 p.m., and then crashed until 9:00 a.m. Moved around like a zombie
till noon, and crashed for another hour. Now it's coming up on
dinnertime, and I'm balancing the headache against the desire to lay
down again.
So today was another day of rest. Completely useless from the "Getting
anything done" point of view. Hopefully, however, my aging immune
system will have used the rest to get the upper hand on this cold.
We'll see what the morning brings (he types, yawning like an idiot
despite having been awake only eight hours in the last 24).
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Posted by Albatross at February 19, 2003 12:00 AM