Tuesday, May 20, 2008
Sqeak-Squeakety Squeak Squeaken
Ahem. I have been informed in no uncertain terms(cough*Claudia*cough) that I am to update my blog. You see, the unfortunate part lies in the fact that I have nothing to say! So, I hereby announce my first BlogStorm. I need ideas people! Give me something to spark off of! HELP ME!!! Otherwise I fear you will be subjected to tales involving my personal health and all it's little vagaries and woes.
I have been sick for the past 10 days.(Hey, I warned you!) I will not call it anything as mundane or benign as a cold. No. It's been far too mean for that. I have been coughing up lungs, and am even now working on coughing up my spleen. (I am nothing if not ambitious.) The entire left side of my head is plugged, which means my ears, too, and it has done very odd things to my already precarious relationship with gravity. My left arm keeps going icy/numb at the oddest intervals. I think all the coughing has impinged on a nerve. It's a truly disconcerting sensation to feel as though your skin doesn't actually belong on your body anymore. Very disconcerting.
But I am prodigiously proud of myself for several reasons. The first, and most important, is that I showered every single DAY. That's huge. HUGE, I say. And after that, I managed not to fall behind in any of my school work. I have written a memo, started a first draft for my final project in Technical Writing, read about 300 pages of economics materials, written a paper analyzing the causal elements of an argument for my English Comp class, finished 2 weeks of work for my accounting class, written a letter of application and a resume for my technical writing class (Which I am going to use to try to get a real job in accounting with the city. Squee! Fingers crossed!)and all of this I have done in 5-10 minute increments, as the whole inner-ear thing has made uprightness a thing of intense nausea and dizziness. So, five minutes up, 10minutes down, and so on. I can hear your jealousy. Can you see why I'm so proud of my hygiene?!
Ok. Unless you want more Chronicles of Whinia, give me something to work with. Throw me a frickin' bone, here, people!