"He makes it look magical" and flu report.

[icarus]

Johnny Weir.

Just showed wildernessguru Johnny Weir's exhibition number from the 2007 Cup of China. WG commented: "He makes it look magical."

I love Lysacek, but I have to admit, I think Johnny is more subtle.

Sick update:

The stages of this flu --

Initial 12-24 hours: runny nose, dizziness, inability to concentrate, persistant cough, shortness of breath, gradually worsening into day two with an increased fever.

Day three is the worst. You just curl up under the covers, sheeting with sweat and shivering. WG was in a steaming hot bath and had goose bumps. T-shirts and sheets are soaked like sponges. No appetite, continued shortness of breath, physically weak. WG calls this the "just shoot me" stage.

Day four the fever breaks, some energy returns though you're still sleeping an abnormal amount. Appetite still nonexistent. Occasional shivers. Persistent cough continues. For some reason I have the sore throat from hell and WG doesn't. I blame this on my allergies compounding the flu. WG on the other hand had the headache from hell, which he blames on getting dehydrated.

Day five is as far as we've gone. WG caught this first. He still has the cough, no appetite, and is sleeping in the next room.


Those of you who've dropped by my previous post to tell me how healthy you are, please think about that for a second. You mean well, and you may be agreeing with me, but is that the kindest thing to say to someone who's currently hacking up a lung?

The insensitive jerks who've stopped by to give me a lecture on the flu vaccine ... the only reason I haven't gone on an unfriending spree is because I'm too busy coughing, I'm exhausted from lack of sleep and I know my temper is short. But come a little closer, my pretties, and let me share -- *hack, hacks all over you* -- the joy that is this flu.

Comments

[thalia]

{{hugs}} What you've got sounds a lot like what I've had this week, in which case you should be doing better soon. I'm on day six, and I'm starting to feel human again--still tired and sniffly, but not coughing as much and able to concentrate a little, which is a nice improvement. The last few days have been very, very boring. And I started eating a little more yesterday.

And, yeah, I've been drinking a ton of water, and it's helped. I think Wednesday's fever dehydrated me really badly.

[icarusancalion.livejournal.com]

Boring. That's a good description. I ran out of things to think about and started doing mantras. I planned a couple chapters of Out Of Bounds though I didn't have the energy to write them down. And I wrote the proposal for a paper of mine in my head which I hope I remember somehow.

It was a long time being useless.

I'm worried about wildernessguru. He's going back to work on Monday, and his job is outdoors in the cold power-washing large ships (among other things). The worst possible conditions. *frets*