"He makes it look magical" and flu report.
Jan. 5th, 2008 02:42 pmJohnny 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.
Just showed
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.
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Date: 2008-01-05 11:35 pm (UTC)