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While I didn't have a fever... no, I didn't test... no, I didn't. Trust me. I know fevers. I do get them from time to time. Ten times a year, give twice that or take half that, depending on the year, I get what I call a micro-fevers. Another little gift from my service, no doubts. Heat flashes that might only be a degree or two above average, and come and go, with some other symptoms. And then, about every six years, I get a serious fever. I've had it run 103 easily. I know my fevers. Anyway, while I had no actual fever, when a fever breaks, there is a special feeling. I did get that. My guess is I was sick from something. It's not over, it's more like getting off work Wednesday afternoon during a hard heavy week. Not over but more than half way done. I think. That is the longest I have been sick in quite a while. Actually I am thinking that was my sixth year thing. Or will be when it is gone. I hope.
With the breaking sensation, I am... thinking, maybe, I can get to some things. The dishes have piled up, just a bit. Those have to be sorted. I just ran a fresh soak. An hour or two and I will get to them. A shower would be awfully nice. A bit of vacuuming and sweeping. Hmm, I'll have to look for cleaning solution. I used up one of, or THE, jug of stuff recently. I'd like to hit the bathroom. That would, most likely, be about all I could do. Oh, and kitty litter. But I might be able to get to that, or some of it. Seriously, these things... I have been drooling to get to them, for a while now actually. There has been nothing left to put forward toward those things. Waking up, tinkering on blogs, news, and staying awake. Well, and eating. The foods I cooked kept me going through my fall, if I am out now. Apples and oranges served me well.
As soon as I can, getting to town for more groceries, and a few items like cleaning chemicals, would be good. I ought to check the mail on the way. Hmm, and figure out how much I owe utilities, pop that in and envelope and in the slot, along with checks to keep me up on that for another six months or year. I do try. Still a bit off, of course. Not moving fast. Sleep is just plain off, now. I couldn't keep the schedule I had. Up for six to eight, down for two naps a day, and... that actually helped me break whatever it was that broke. Rough, but I have definitely had worse.
Later.
Ahh, seems like you are on the mend, hopefully. I am glad to hear that. Your body is battling a viral infection perhaps.
ReplyDeleteI did read what anonymous said below. There is much to that. This year at Christmas I became allergic to the tree we brought into the house. I couldn't breath around it and became stopped up. Getting rid of it was an instant relief.
I hope you continue to mend quickly, Doomster.
What Foam said.
ReplyDeleteGlad to hear you're gradually getting back to where you were.
ReplyDeleteOn another note, Saguaro Man?
Tickets went on sale today.
Would be an opportunity for me to get back to you several items left behind.
Desert Cat,
ReplyDeleteI'm thinking on it. I have done a cost analyses and it is reasonable. I just need a day or two to get my bean back around life and discuss the particulars a bit about the tacticals. It would be good to get to some planning, preparations, then out and about. Even the dead must dance, if they still have bones, muscle, and a bit of breath.
Oh, I was curious... Did you see aspects of ENTJ (morphed mostly to ENTP because of my condition, I think, albeit)?
I see you being fairly firmly on the J side of J/P. I'm not sure your practical circumstances, which limit the full expression of ENTJ, really changes that.
ReplyDeleteIn presentation, perhaps you are correct. But in practical application is where... some of the problem exists. I consider myself more a dreamer because I can't 'make it happen'. I do organize, in my mind, and if I ever become healthy enough to push, I will.
ReplyDeleteTo be honest ENTJ's are, pretty much, bastards, I've decided. I've cleaned up what of that I can, but Christianity has it's limits. If too, I think bastards are needed, even wanted in some situations. And it isn't necessarily against faith, within some bounds. Bounds I used to not have, obviously.
Wait! So you are saying I am definitely a bastard? I'm torn between being thankful and... having just a touch of rue in there. *laughs* It's all good.