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Dec. 8th, 2025 06:50 amAbout four hours after that last post, the December ick did, in fact, bodyslam me.
One of my least favorite things about getting older is how my body reacts to the ick. I'm hopeful this is just a cold (it's bad enough as it is, thank you), but this and the last ick (and I think the time before) both included a full day where I could breathe relatively fine with just the smallest, tiniest smidge of a whistle that let you know that hey, congestion was on the docket at some point. And my brain fired alllllllllllllll the way up and well into panic mode on "WE CAN'T BREATHE! WHAT IF SOMETHING TERRIBLE HAPPENS WHEN WE FALL ASLEEP?" Sooo... every time I would finally just about to drift off, I would be jolted back away by that alarm blaring in my brain. Which would set things off all over again. Even KNOWING it would happen this time, I still had entire hours where I was basically just like, "look, we just gotta get to...uh, 6am. 6am, it's fine." And do that for hours on end. It was not fun. The kicker was that after a certain point, like maybe 10:20am, I went upstairs (turns out I could doze a little longer if I 'slept' in my computer chair here, though it was less sleep and more brain stopped screaming) and propped myself up in bed again, and I was out. I woke up at some point, saw the cat on my pillow and thought, "oh, kitty! Loves me. Probably shouldn't be that close but when will I ever get to snuggle? I'll just lie here for a sec-----zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz." So spent Saturday trying to rest and failing, spent Sunday resting and occasionally heading downstairs for a saltine or three.
Alas, I didn't make it out of the ick without hurling, which I'd done Saturday right after calling out of work. Huzzah. I'm not sure if that or the coughing is why certain parts of me hurt like hell. Probably both.
Not sure if I caught Widget's ick, something else, or a half and half situation between Widget's and A's from work, though I do know I doomed myself when I refused to share a handheld thing with A because I didn't want to catch her ick. Like as soon as I said that, you could feel the fates laughing.
Anyway, I'm feeling better but I also know that's a very low bar to clear and that I should absolutely not overextend myself because better than panic attacks on the half hour is barely a bar to clear at all.
One of my least favorite things about getting older is how my body reacts to the ick. I'm hopeful this is just a cold (it's bad enough as it is, thank you), but this and the last ick (and I think the time before) both included a full day where I could breathe relatively fine with just the smallest, tiniest smidge of a whistle that let you know that hey, congestion was on the docket at some point. And my brain fired alllllllllllllll the way up and well into panic mode on "WE CAN'T BREATHE! WHAT IF SOMETHING TERRIBLE HAPPENS WHEN WE FALL ASLEEP?" Sooo... every time I would finally just about to drift off, I would be jolted back away by that alarm blaring in my brain. Which would set things off all over again. Even KNOWING it would happen this time, I still had entire hours where I was basically just like, "look, we just gotta get to...uh, 6am. 6am, it's fine." And do that for hours on end. It was not fun. The kicker was that after a certain point, like maybe 10:20am, I went upstairs (turns out I could doze a little longer if I 'slept' in my computer chair here, though it was less sleep and more brain stopped screaming) and propped myself up in bed again, and I was out. I woke up at some point, saw the cat on my pillow and thought, "oh, kitty! Loves me. Probably shouldn't be that close but when will I ever get to snuggle? I'll just lie here for a sec-----zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz." So spent Saturday trying to rest and failing, spent Sunday resting and occasionally heading downstairs for a saltine or three.
Alas, I didn't make it out of the ick without hurling, which I'd done Saturday right after calling out of work. Huzzah. I'm not sure if that or the coughing is why certain parts of me hurt like hell. Probably both.
Not sure if I caught Widget's ick, something else, or a half and half situation between Widget's and A's from work, though I do know I doomed myself when I refused to share a handheld thing with A because I didn't want to catch her ick. Like as soon as I said that, you could feel the fates laughing.
Anyway, I'm feeling better but I also know that's a very low bar to clear and that I should absolutely not overextend myself because better than panic attacks on the half hour is barely a bar to clear at all.