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Growing Accustomed
Dec. 31st, 2003 01:27 amThe word, people, is "blegh".
Still ill, but in this weird indefinable way which basically means I'm not sure how I'm ill and therefore can't really think I'm ill ... except for the fact that my stomach is sending me mixed messages ("feed me" and "if you put anything in me it will come back up directly" in not-quite-equal measure; the latter's winning) and I feel distinctly weird. I don't know if this kind of sickie-feeling is enough to keep me out of work but![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
cholten99 says it is so who am I to argue?
I'm sure various of my friends will be glad of this sort of intervention. After all, mostly I drag myself into work feeling horrible and I get a lot of "What the hell are you doing out of bed?" but they can't actually do anything about my being a martyr. Now I'm kind of stuck with someone who won't let me be a martyr. It's very odd, and I'm sure it's a good thing but I'm just not used to it yet. Well, as he says, it'll come if given time. Then again, I've never been one to be patient with myself. Something I'll obviously have to work on.
Still don't feel up to writing out the Sunday chronicle. I will get to it (Theus bless the memory) but not right this very second. Suffice it to say that nothing all that huge happened in terms of actual events but some fairly interesting things happened from a character-only point of view. The only attack rolls we had to make were against each other, put it that way. (I inflicted a dramatic wound on a member of my own party! Who is, as Dave points out, a priest. Does that make a difference when the priest is occasionally a git?) Anyway, I said I wasn't going to do this right now?
There's some other stuff, partly involving the fact that I haven't been sexual with anybody in some four years and this may not hold me in the best stead given that I am now romantically involved with someone, but I probably won't go into it here because I don't know how the other party involved feels about me making statements about our sex life in public. So suffice it to say that there's a lot of things about the relationship that are going to have to be given time and patience before I get fully used to them again ... if indeed I was ever used to them in the first place. So even though I've been loafing about being 'ill' (yes, the quote marks, but I don't do ill...), my life has been far from idle.
And we're going out New Yearing. That should be fun, particularly if we can getthm a little more involved than just the typical Victoria meet-up. But given that it was a bit of a last-minute decision on his part to be involved in the ticket-requiring thing planned by the rest of the group, I hate to say it but it's kind of his problem at this point. Provided I feel less weird, achy and unable to regulate my own body temperature, I should have a good time. It beats last year, when I sat around on my own and watched crap telly with a single shot of Bailey's as my concession to the New Year drink. Needless to say, it kind of sucked.
Happy New Year, people.
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Still ill, but in this weird indefinable way which basically means I'm not sure how I'm ill and therefore can't really think I'm ill ... except for the fact that my stomach is sending me mixed messages ("feed me" and "if you put anything in me it will come back up directly" in not-quite-equal measure; the latter's winning) and I feel distinctly weird. I don't know if this kind of sickie-feeling is enough to keep me out of work but
cholten99 says it is so who am I to argue?I'm sure various of my friends will be glad of this sort of intervention. After all, mostly I drag myself into work feeling horrible and I get a lot of "What the hell are you doing out of bed?" but they can't actually do anything about my being a martyr. Now I'm kind of stuck with someone who won't let me be a martyr. It's very odd, and I'm sure it's a good thing but I'm just not used to it yet. Well, as he says, it'll come if given time. Then again, I've never been one to be patient with myself. Something I'll obviously have to work on.
Still don't feel up to writing out the Sunday chronicle. I will get to it (Theus bless the memory) but not right this very second. Suffice it to say that nothing all that huge happened in terms of actual events but some fairly interesting things happened from a character-only point of view. The only attack rolls we had to make were against each other, put it that way. (I inflicted a dramatic wound on a member of my own party! Who is, as Dave points out, a priest. Does that make a difference when the priest is occasionally a git?) Anyway, I said I wasn't going to do this right now?
There's some other stuff, partly involving the fact that I haven't been sexual with anybody in some four years and this may not hold me in the best stead given that I am now romantically involved with someone, but I probably won't go into it here because I don't know how the other party involved feels about me making statements about our sex life in public. So suffice it to say that there's a lot of things about the relationship that are going to have to be given time and patience before I get fully used to them again ... if indeed I was ever used to them in the first place. So even though I've been loafing about being 'ill' (yes, the quote marks, but I don't do ill...), my life has been far from idle.
And we're going out New Yearing. That should be fun, particularly if we can get
thm a little more involved than just the typical Victoria meet-up. But given that it was a bit of a last-minute decision on his part to be involved in the ticket-requiring thing planned by the rest of the group, I hate to say it but it's kind of his problem at this point. Provided I feel less weird, achy and unable to regulate my own body temperature, I should have a good time. It beats last year, when I sat around on my own and watched crap telly with a single shot of Bailey's as my concession to the New Year drink. Needless to say, it kind of sucked.Happy New Year, people.
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