Date: Wed, 7 Nov 2001 14:12:50 -0500

Caffeine withdrawal could have been specially designed to enhance the effects of stomach flu.

I think I've had flu once, when I was fifteen; I guess twice now. No more wondering whether I should try to get a flu shot this year.

No matter how rational I try to be, and no matter how (relatively) isolated from the constant brainw^H^H^H^H^Harrage of massmedia scaremongering I am, it was impossible not think about anthrax. Especially during the part where I seem to have been passing out, or when I couldn't sit up for more than ten or fifteen minutes. The entire process is fascinating, given the rarity of the situation and the underlying egotism. 40+ hours with no food, other than a few Saltines and some white rice that was determined not to go gentle into that good night and raged very effectively for quite a while after inspiring the cliche observation that the visual differences between a pan of white rice and a pan of dead maggots are minute.

I still feel like hell.

I suppose I'm better, mostly, still not up to going to work but capable of breaking up the boredom of lying around by weighing myself and discovering that the fever and fast ate up five pounds.

I ate two cookies and have now sat up (mostly) for about 3 hours.

David has the same thing and so neither of us went to the doctor as neither of us could drive. (And neither of us felt like sitting in a doctor's office or nagging the other into it, either). I suppose that had it been necessary one of us could have found the strength to call 911, at least.

I stayed in bed until my ears hurt from the pressure of my head.

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