So long, February! For a February you've been pretty decent, but this whole being sick for three weeks thing is really not okay. I assume March will be better-behaved in that regard.
I went to bed at 3 and a thunderstorm woke me at 8:30. NOT AWESOME. I kind of fitfully slept until the alarm went off at 10:30. Eventually I got up, called my doctor to make an appointment for the evening, showered, Roombad the bathroom and hallway while I was showering and getting dressed, and staggered off to work.
Work was work. I worked. Like you do. It actually probably was not my least productive Monday ever, even though I kept needing to sit down or lean against a wall after doing things like walking across a room. I wasn't wheezing or anything like that. Just... utterly wrung out.
I also made it to my first #MadSqLunch in something like a month. It was so nice to see everyone! I guess I haven't been socializing much lately. Stupid being sick.
I went to the doctor and recited my symptoms, and she looked me over and said there were no signs that the sinusitis was bacterial in nature, so the best thing to do is to wait for it to go away rather than further taxing my body with antibiotics. She did give me a prescription for amoxicillin just in case I develop a cough or other signs of bacterial nasties (nice of her) and also a prescription for a steroid nasal spray. I hauled myself to the pharmacy, got the nasal spray, and went home, feeling very glum. I wasn't looking forward to antibiotics, but I was looking forward to "take this and you'll feel better in a week".
Some months ago, Nina and I got Groupons for a month of free dance classes at Dancesport. My first class was supposed to be today. Yeah, not happening. And the first Playford Ball practice dance is tomorrow, and then more dance classes on Wednesday and Friday. I so hope I feel better soon.
Josh got home at 9:30. I made ginger rice and sliced up a cucumber, and he disassembled the cold chicken, and there was Hainanese chicken for dinner. It was very very good, though the rice recipe needs more broth than it calls for and also possibly I should have used the rice cooker rather than doing it on the stovetop. But whatever, it was still very very good, and one less thing to wash.
We split a bottle of Coney Island Albino Python beer with dinner; I'm still not much of a beer drinker, but gh4acws
gave us a lovely 0.2L beer glass that holds precisely as much beer as I usually want, so Josh filled up the glass for me and then drank the rest of the bottle himself. He's so thoughtful. The beer was pretty tasty, though if I had my way there would be no hops flavor in beer at all. Apparently I'm not much of a fan of bitterness.
After dinner I tried horchata v0.52b (48-24). Still no discernible cinnamon flavor. I bottled up the last batch and will make this one 72-48, to see whether more time soaking in the water will release the cinnamon flavor. If not, I will try simmering cinnamon sticks in the water before starting the soak. The texture and flavor were otherwise excellent, though Josh said he thought it needed more sweetening, and the coarse grinding method continues to be superb for starch release and easy straining.
We snuggled for a bit and then Josh went off to bed and I uploaded chicken and kitty pictures. I also looked at some of the photos and video coming out of Libya, but I really can't take much of it. I'm so heartsick for those people. What must they have gone through, that facing down gunfire is better than the status quo? And the news from Egypt is very worrying too. I confess, Diary, I've mostly been trying not to think about it. I'm not in denial or head-in-the-sand, but I barely have the energy to walk around at the moment. It's hard to spare some even for staying aware of major international events. I feel bad about it, but... no spoons is no spoons.
I can hear Josh coughing, poor boy. I thought the cough had gone away by now. I hope he gets plenty of sleep tonight. He's nearly as tuckered out as I am; work has been running him ragged. He still loves his job, though, which is a wonderful thing.
Now I must sleep, and try to regain some spoonage so I can be a good host tomorrow. Fortunately Hainanese chicken is supposed to be served at room temp, so all I have to do is reheat the rice and find a way to leave the chicken out for a bit without the cat eating it, and I'm set. The apartment could use a little tidying but that should be doable tomorrow. And the nasal spray will perk me up, right? Yay steroids.You can leave a comment on the Dreamwidth version of this entry if you like. The current comment count is .