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On the cool side.
Jun. 23rd, 2005 10:54 amI spent most of the afternoon and evening at my mom's yesterday, doing tech support. She was being forced to switch from AOL broadband to SBC's DSL service, because AOL was no longer able to lease the lines from SBC, or something. So, since my mom has a hard time being without her internet (she does do a lot of work-at-home stuff), she drove out to my apartment and picked up my delirious self, and kindly offered the use of her chaise lounge for a quick nap once we arrived.
This chaise lounge is one of the wonders of the world, I tell you. It's soft and lovely and perfect for a catnap or a full sleep. You can simply recline, if you so wish, and do your crossword, or read your porno mag, or perhaps have your cabana boy peel grapes and feed them to you -- no matter. You will look and feel fabulous upon this lounge chair.
So I did. I got into their house, I waved sullenly to Ro (mom's husband), dumped my bag on the end of the chaise, and kicked off my shoes before sinking gratefully into the plush heaven I had so quickly come to love.
After a little while, though, and a nice icy-cold glass of instant iced tea mixed expertly by mom, I felt like I should get a move on and head upstairs to her workroom.
This room used to be my brother's, when we lived in that house. There's still a few odds and ends of his around, which makes me laugh, since he's got a huge house in Texas and all. I wouldn't even dream of leaving anything behind, myself. I learned long ago to let go of the fantasy of returning to some older house somewhere, clambering up to the attic, and gently wiping dust away from old textbooks and picture frames of me in costume in various shows, etc. I am currently surrounded by all my nostalgic minutiae.
It took two calls to tech support, several glasses of iced tea, a serving of chop suey, a trip to Radio Shack, and my mom yelling at me to get off the phone with jinx to finally get everything transitioned over. I schooled my mom once again on how to only use Firefox, and I wrote down her usernames and passwords on a notepad, and set her Firefox homepage to Gmail, and once I was done I was utterly exhausted and my neck was aching something fierce. I dosed up on some cough/decongestant syrup, and rode numbly back into the city with my mom behind the wheel.
Wellsie, Feverish Tech Support. Will make house calls, even when stricken with the Plague.
I got home and popped some Advil liquid gels, hoping they'd attend to my neck a bit, but instead my fever started breaking again, which was good, since it had crept up a degree from earlier in the day. However, no matter how I lay on my bed, or on the futon, I was incredibly uncomfortable, and in pain. It was like the fever had twisted all my muscles and pinched about twenty nerves, and I was up until 3 am, pacing the apartment, trying not to weep, wishing I had someone to talk to. I took one more Advil, and my body finally exhausted itself, and I fell into sleep sometime around 4, I think.
Normally, when healthy, my temperature is something like 98.4. A little on the cool side of the 'standard' temp of 98.6 that I was taught growing up. This morning I took my temperature once I had been up about a half hour or so: 98.2.
Well, well. I appear to be on the mend.
This chaise lounge is one of the wonders of the world, I tell you. It's soft and lovely and perfect for a catnap or a full sleep. You can simply recline, if you so wish, and do your crossword, or read your porno mag, or perhaps have your cabana boy peel grapes and feed them to you -- no matter. You will look and feel fabulous upon this lounge chair.
So I did. I got into their house, I waved sullenly to Ro (mom's husband), dumped my bag on the end of the chaise, and kicked off my shoes before sinking gratefully into the plush heaven I had so quickly come to love.
After a little while, though, and a nice icy-cold glass of instant iced tea mixed expertly by mom, I felt like I should get a move on and head upstairs to her workroom.
This room used to be my brother's, when we lived in that house. There's still a few odds and ends of his around, which makes me laugh, since he's got a huge house in Texas and all. I wouldn't even dream of leaving anything behind, myself. I learned long ago to let go of the fantasy of returning to some older house somewhere, clambering up to the attic, and gently wiping dust away from old textbooks and picture frames of me in costume in various shows, etc. I am currently surrounded by all my nostalgic minutiae.
It took two calls to tech support, several glasses of iced tea, a serving of chop suey, a trip to Radio Shack, and my mom yelling at me to get off the phone with jinx to finally get everything transitioned over. I schooled my mom once again on how to only use Firefox, and I wrote down her usernames and passwords on a notepad, and set her Firefox homepage to Gmail, and once I was done I was utterly exhausted and my neck was aching something fierce. I dosed up on some cough/decongestant syrup, and rode numbly back into the city with my mom behind the wheel.
Wellsie, Feverish Tech Support. Will make house calls, even when stricken with the Plague.
I got home and popped some Advil liquid gels, hoping they'd attend to my neck a bit, but instead my fever started breaking again, which was good, since it had crept up a degree from earlier in the day. However, no matter how I lay on my bed, or on the futon, I was incredibly uncomfortable, and in pain. It was like the fever had twisted all my muscles and pinched about twenty nerves, and I was up until 3 am, pacing the apartment, trying not to weep, wishing I had someone to talk to. I took one more Advil, and my body finally exhausted itself, and I fell into sleep sometime around 4, I think.
Normally, when healthy, my temperature is something like 98.4. A little on the cool side of the 'standard' temp of 98.6 that I was taught growing up. This morning I took my temperature once I had been up about a half hour or so: 98.2.
Well, well. I appear to be on the mend.
