'You'll have to pardon my son, he's a hero.' by Kara
Monday, February 23, 2009 at 2:52 PM

Let's keep this quick.

So my birthday's on Wednesday, and everyone's been asking me what I want to do for it. Simple answer? Haven't a bloody clue. Been so busy getting redy for Katsu, then decompressing from Katsu, that it's just never entered my mind. G'rents finally informed me that I was going to Bonefish with them last night, which worked for me.

I'd felt fine all day, and was about ready to be picked up. Pretty much when I got in the car, I started feeling narsty. About maybe two minutes up the road I said okay, turn around. They swung me right back to my place, and about ten minutes after I got back upstairs, I was -- how have I heard it put? -- editing the contents of my stomach. Pretty much on the half hour.

I shan't go into details, but I began txting around, asking people if they had heard of or experienced any such thing. Maternal unit had it last week, as a matter of fact, and said it lasted 2-3 days. Fantastic. Around 10 PM it calmed down for the most part, and I managed some form of sleep where I woke up every half hour or so to try to get a couple drops of water into me. Dehydration bad.

That's how I did the night, and this morning, despite the fact that I'm able to sit up (albeit in bed) and be as productive as I please in between little naps, I opted not to work today. I think people understood. General consensus is that if something floors me, it must be bad. I'm not thrilled about it, either. Being bed-bound is driving me mad. At least I've got a book handy for when I run out of 'real' stuff I can do on the laptop.

I could so go for some damned chicken soup, but I'm in that sort of grey area where I could still dick it up for myself. It's still a step up from a little under 24 hours ago when I was txting people asking for a mercy killing. People know my mentality of 'If I can sit up, I might as well be sitting up where I'll do some good.' But it's been many years -- probably not since high school -- since a bug has literally floored me. (Bathroom floor, to be precise.) Usually it takes a car accident or a stampede. Your manga-ka is not pleased.

I think another chapter or six of Wizard's First Rule is in order. I'm wondering how anyone could dick up a TV version of this when 90% of the writing is detailed description. My mind's eye is not exactly blurry here. What sad circumstances to start this book under, but at least I have a filter for this sort of thing.

Seriously, I could really go for some cussin' chicken soup.

If you have been ... I'll be in there.