Sickness

So, I had a busy week planned post nights. Paediatric Immediate Life Support, Manual Handling, and then a couple of days of Agency work before celebrating Thanksgiving this weekend.

Unfortunately, on Sunday I didn't feel very well - and by the time I got back after my nights... well, I felt like crap. I curled up on the sofa and slept - and I never do that after nights.

And when I awoke I felt worse. I assumed it would be a run of the mill cold - I'd had a sore throat and it felt like it was developing into a common or garden cold, and the day before yesterday I thought I'd hit the home stretch. See, I have a normal-flow-of-symptoms for a cold. Day one - sore throat. Day two - Cold. Day three - Cold and a cough. Day four - Cough. Day five - more or less better. Unfortunately, yesterday, as my temperature spiked as high as 38.6 degrees C (101.5F) and was sitting above 37 Deg C it became apparent that home stretch wasn't where I was at.

Today I'm taking a more pro-active approach to tackling this cold - well, actually, it's the sore throat that's got me attacking it. I've been salt-water gargling every half hour - to hour. Last night I was fighting a fever which kept me awake most of the night - Kathryn very sweetly brought me a flannel and some cold water - which I slathered on my forehead. I kept limbs out from under the duvet. I didn't cover my body with the duvet. I still couldn't get cool.

Finally, this morning I took a tepid shower, downed paracetamol and 'brufen and I feel the best I've felt for days. Not well, but not so atrocious that the only thing I want to do is lie in a puddle being a swamp-being (emitting a foul smelling fug ;) ). I'm annoyed that I can't make more money this week - which was my plan - because even if my assault on the throat-soreness works perfectly and I'm feeling absolutely 100% tomorrow I won't feel it's a good idea to subject my body to work.

In other news, I'm not sure if I mentioned - but my Grandmother (on my dad's side) died a couple of weeks ago. We weren't close (quite the opposite) - I debated whether I should be at her funeral (simply to represent my dad) - eventually siding on 'no, I'll send a card'. And had been contemplating that I did need to get out and get a card sent to their address; only to find out that my Grandfather's died now, too.

It's weird to know that you're the last in a line. I don't know if I'm actually the youngest; my dad never got on with his sister particularly well; and I've little recollection of meeting them (ISTR we met one Christmas many years ago). I'm the last Elliott. Well, now I'm a Walton-Elliott, but my point still stands...

It's odd, anyhow.

I'm very disconnected from these people. Notionally they're my relatives - they're my grandparents - but I've not seen them for years, and I've little or no knowledge of them since what I learnt from them as a kid. And let's just say I wasn't that keen on what I knew.

So it's very odd for them to be gone. What isn't good is that it appears my sister - who was closer to them - has taken it very badly, and is upsetting my mum :(

Ach. Families, eh.

Blurgh

Gargling with salt makes me retch; at least, it fairly frequently makes me retch. On the plus side; unlike the last few days I'm actually feeling moderately human like. I'm very tired from last-night's hourly (or less) waking up cycle; but the rest of me is feeling more or less back the way it should. I even made it to the shops to get paracetamol and 'brufen. Of course, while there and feeling astonishingly tired I ended up being the only witness to a (very minor) car accident (car vs car in car park) - and despite trying to escape my guilt got the better of me - and when the cab driver flagged me down and asked if I'd seen what happened (and I had) I admitted it, and in the end gave my name.

My throat does still feel like I've been munching on sandpaper tho', even despite all the gargling.

On the plus side - I spent some time playing with Garageband. I've got a whole bunch of jobs that need doing; but playing with Garageband comes first ;)

More accurately, I'm really tired and not feeling great and can't get the energy summoned to deal with the mounds of paperwork which are accruing. I've spent the morning reading and the later morning and lunch time area creating bizzare tunes in Garageband and now, the afternoon's contined with some Yes Minister and some Big Bang Theory.

One thing which is disconcerting. The EntMac in the lounge has a 500Gig disk in it. 500 Gigs of storage. That should be quite a lot, I thought, when I bought it. It has 60 gig free. I know I've got 35 gig to put on it...

This is 'inconvenient'.

I'm thinking I might have to burn some of the lesser watched shows onto DVDs to clear space on it. But it's somewhat of a pig, the idea was that the 500 Gig drive'd do to store 'most all the TV I (now we) wanted. At least 'til we were over in Canada. But it's getting a little cramped on there. The other thing I ought to do is get rid of some of the stuff which I've got which I don't actually like/watch. I'm saddened to find that as with Monty Python, the Kids In the Hall suffers from the 'there are plenty of great sketches but they're interspersed with a greater quantity of not very funny things than I remembered'. Season 5 appears better than Season 2 anyway :)

So that's my day so far :)

Damn DJing

I never did it that much or for that long, but it's embedded in my soul like some sort of splinter. One that won't bloody come out.

I'm lazing on the sofa with too much Bass being transmitted by the solid flooring, listening to what unintentionally became a playlist. Because I heard one song and though "y'know, this song would really benefit from having that song after it..." and this was repeated several times. I could happily have sat and made a playlist several hours long...like we did for our wedding :)

Annoyingly I'm not well enough to leap around the lounge in my usual parody of dancing; perhaps I should poke my nose back in to SGN and see if they're going to need a DJ. I did say I would :)

I'm not sure I'm made for DJing a gay venue though. I've encountered essentially two types of gay venue. The cheese venue or the hard-core-dance venue. I play mostly (what I think of as) indie with leanings towards some cheese (and of course, Dracula's Tango) - so I'm not sure I'd go down that well be that popular.

That and I do tent do err on the side of the late 90's / early 00's. Still, it's fun. If only it hadn't burrowed deep into my brain such that it can pop out in at unexpected moments.