Who has two thumbs and hates being sick?
Mar. 17th, 2009 10:34 pmEverybody who responded to my off-the-cuff comment about 7-Up being the beverage of illness was right: ginger ale does taste better. When I was a little kid, though, it was always 7-Up and saltines. I think that may have been the only time pop was allowed in the house. It was a great treat.
Late Saturday afternoon, I started feeling something was awry in my belly. This made me rather cranky, since I got to waste my "healthy" time at work that morning. Blech. I suppose I may (sort of) be coming around to Phil's opinion that when I'm sick, I should just be working because I'll be miserable either way, but if I work, I'll also be making money. Being sick was poor timing. I was in a coffee shop with friends, getting stuff done, when I started feeling poorly. I'm not going to blame the large coffee/white chocolate/orange concoction I drank immediately beforehand, but I'm unlikely to drink it again. When the coffee shop kicked us out at 4:00*, we trundled on home with
cvalenti (stopping en route at Dreamhaven, where I acquired far too many new books**). We cooked up some sun-dried tomato ravioli that was delicious, and he ordered garlic toast and bread with artichoke dip to accompany it, and it would have been a delicious feast--if my stomach hadn't chosen that moment to become actively painful. I ate hardly anything. Curse the timing!
Sunday was painful. Monday was progressively better. Today I felt worse again, until about 2 hours ago, when I started feeling okay.
If I hadn't already had my appendix removed, I might be worried. As it is, I'm happy I'm starting to feel better. I really want to feel all better soon. Especially since on Thursday, I have to go to a pirate metal concert. That's right: Alestorm is in town, playing at Station 4 in St. Paul at 5:30 as part of a pirate/Norse/pagan themed concert.

* Which I still find peculiar. What for-profit coffee shop closes its doors at 4PM on a Saturday? The mind boggles.
** I have a large shelf/book ratio imbalance that I'm trying to fix by not buying more books until I've sorted and sifted the ones I have. I am mostly failing at this goal.
Late Saturday afternoon, I started feeling something was awry in my belly. This made me rather cranky, since I got to waste my "healthy" time at work that morning. Blech. I suppose I may (sort of) be coming around to Phil's opinion that when I'm sick, I should just be working because I'll be miserable either way, but if I work, I'll also be making money. Being sick was poor timing. I was in a coffee shop with friends, getting stuff done, when I started feeling poorly. I'm not going to blame the large coffee/white chocolate/orange concoction I drank immediately beforehand, but I'm unlikely to drink it again. When the coffee shop kicked us out at 4:00*, we trundled on home with
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Sunday was painful. Monday was progressively better. Today I felt worse again, until about 2 hours ago, when I started feeling okay.
If I hadn't already had my appendix removed, I might be worried. As it is, I'm happy I'm starting to feel better. I really want to feel all better soon. Especially since on Thursday, I have to go to a pirate metal concert. That's right: Alestorm is in town, playing at Station 4 in St. Paul at 5:30 as part of a pirate/Norse/pagan themed concert.

* Which I still find peculiar. What for-profit coffee shop closes its doors at 4PM on a Saturday? The mind boggles.
** I have a large shelf/book ratio imbalance that I'm trying to fix by not buying more books until I've sorted and sifted the ones I have. I am mostly failing at this goal.