Easter?

[muninnhuginn]

Happened.

First beer with lunch Friday just after we arrived for the Eastercon. Bought a single book in the dealers' room (intended to go back for more later).

First massive dose of codeine and paracetamol with supper. Throat so sore we couldn't swallow, not even water.

Friday night: babysat. Or at least lay comatose whilst Looby Loo built a nest to play at hibernating on the other bed. She seems to have missed out on the sleep component of hibernation.

More c&p.

Saturday morning: sat in creche. After taking more c&p at breakfast, followed by more c&p with lunch.... No beer. Able to talk only briefly before sore throat prevented further efforts. Probably made no sense. Various people felt our forehead and confirmed we were running a fever.

More c&p, some programme in there somewhere. Babysat, since no longer able to stand.

Sunday: a little better, though still felt that on the threshold of tears but just hanging on kind of feeling. Utterly spaced out. More c&p. Managed to eat. Coped with art auction and bought an owl mask. Watched masquerade. Went to more programme. Saw people and felt almost capable of conversation, how coherent I'll leave others to judge.

Monday: bounce returned. c&p wore off with only the attendant return of sore joints. Sat in creche. Had second beer of the weekend that afternoon. Babysat.

Tuesday: home. Usual feeling of dread, doom and despair on coming back here.

So, yes, if you were wondering, we were at the 2003 Eastercon. We rather wish that we hadn't been. Except for the nice folk we bumped into, shoulders we (figuratively) alighted on.

And, of course, the headache that even 8g a day of paracetamol wouldn't shift meant that the effort of taping the new CD was wasted.

And we had a Brel CD to return to the_magician which we forgot about completely. Sigh. Braindead.

[end of self pity]

Comments

[pickledginger.livejournal.com]

Wonderful to meet you, and the unquenchable Looby Loo.

Yes, fever Saturday, 101F-ish.

Yes, you really were coherent Sunday/Monday, if subdued.

Glad you're feeling better .. except for the dread, doom, and despair (oh, dear!) and those poor burning wings*, which I suppose might be a result of your immune system kicking in at Eastercon and just not knowing when to stop.

Oh, dear. Hope you're fully fledged again, soon.

(*Or should the_magician not have mentioned them? If so, please tell me, so I can scold him, too.)

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[muninnhuginn]

It was lovely to meet you too.

I'm kicking myself. I should have given in a little more at Easter instead of struggling along (probably contributing to skin and now joints flaring up). One day I'll learn to give in gracefully. The world laughs hollowly at the slimness of that chance.

Nah, feeling a tad better. I expect to recover from the bout of self-pity soon too.

(And no, the_magician needn't worry about mentioning stuff. In this case, if I'd been less grumpy, I'd've probably included in an entry anyway. And in general, it's fine. I think we're all aware enough of the possibilities of overstepping boundaries and associated risks/consequences/whatever.)

[pickledginger.livejournal.com]

One day I'll learn to give in gracefully. The world laughs hollowly at the slimness of that chance.

::big grin::

Well, I don't know about you, but I'm not *quite* so dumb about that sort of thing as I used to be. The room for improvement, however, remains vast and uncharted. (I don't like losing!)