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11 April 2003 @ 01:36 pm
I'm distracting myself...  
I can't focus. My post-op nose and throat, combined with my tiredness, mimic the symptoms of a cold. I'm snuffly and sore-throated, cloggy and foggy, and exceedingly pissy, like a cat with wet fur. Just picture a bedraggled cat, slit-eyed and evil, stalking around--possibly with something sticky on the pad of one foot so that every now and then it pauses to gesture rudely--and that is me.

On the upside, I yowled at my biz people for giving me a ridiculously short turn-around on an editorial request, and my page count for today has been cut in half, which is as it should be.

I *am* blowing my nose, damn it.

My stomach makes strange moaning noises--not of hunger, but of surfeit--sounding like a sick, tiny cow is trapped in there. Stupid gut.

It's TWO o'CLOCK. (Nearly.) How can it be TWO o'CLOCK?

caille on April 11th, 2003 05:07 pm (UTC)
Take more drugs. Sweetie, you just had your nose fiber cauterized. This isn't imaginary. This is why they make drugs. I am thinking fiber of you. Of course, I am thinking "Boy, I'm glad it isn't me", but never mind about that. I'm just fiber glad you went in and had it fibered.
Anna S.eliade on April 11th, 2003 05:43 pm (UTC)
Bwah. You killed me! I was reading this and thinking, wait, fiber? fiber?! And then it hit on a slight delay and I nearly spit out my drink. Hee.