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Jul. 7th, 2008 06:52 amBiography of a cold:
Wednesday night I blow out my voice shouting Alan Ginsberg as fast as I can at the top of my lungs, and am too jazzed by it (and the people telling me I was great) to sleep until midnight.
Thursday I wake up sore-throated and spend the rest of the day hollering at kids at Conservatory.
Friday I sound even worse, and by the end of the day have added sneezing, which I put down to allergies.
Saturday I can barely talk for the frog in my throat when I wake up, and by evening I've got a lovely hack going with sniffly counterpoints. I get much too little sleep (partly due to threading with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lienne, and partly due to staying up to watch snippets of Die Hard, Live Free or Die Hard, and Gladiator with Dad on the hotel cable. Watching an action movie with my MD father is hilarious. "Oh please, she should've been dead with the first impact!"
Also hilarious, if MADE OF AWKWARD? Him accidentally channel-surfing onto porn.
Am I the only person who thinks Derek Jacobi in Gladiator looks exactly look Judi Dench? With a beard?)
Sunday I cough and sneeze and sniffle all the way back to Anchorage, and skip church, but feel like maybe I'm on the upswing -- right up until I lie down to sleep at midnight and discover that the cold has finally trigged my asthma and given me my worst attack in a couple of years. Which is probably not saying much -- my asthma attacks manifest as incessant coughing if I'm not 100% upright, so I can still breath, I just can't sleep -- but it still sucks. I think I got about three hours of sleep, and finally gave up at 6:15 AM.
So now I'm up, fairly wakeful, showered, and dosed with Albuterol, which means a fluttering heartbeat and no coffee for the rest of the day. AWESOME. Happy Monday, universe.
Wednesday night I blow out my voice shouting Alan Ginsberg as fast as I can at the top of my lungs, and am too jazzed by it (and the people telling me I was great) to sleep until midnight.
Thursday I wake up sore-throated and spend the rest of the day hollering at kids at Conservatory.
Friday I sound even worse, and by the end of the day have added sneezing, which I put down to allergies.
Saturday I can barely talk for the frog in my throat when I wake up, and by evening I've got a lovely hack going with sniffly counterpoints. I get much too little sleep (partly due to threading with
lienne, and partly due to staying up to watch snippets of Die Hard, Live Free or Die Hard, and Gladiator with Dad on the hotel cable. Watching an action movie with my MD father is hilarious. "Oh please, she should've been dead with the first impact!"Also hilarious, if MADE OF AWKWARD? Him accidentally channel-surfing onto porn.
Am I the only person who thinks Derek Jacobi in Gladiator looks exactly look Judi Dench? With a beard?)
Sunday I cough and sneeze and sniffle all the way back to Anchorage, and skip church, but feel like maybe I'm on the upswing -- right up until I lie down to sleep at midnight and discover that the cold has finally trigged my asthma and given me my worst attack in a couple of years. Which is probably not saying much -- my asthma attacks manifest as incessant coughing if I'm not 100% upright, so I can still breath, I just can't sleep -- but it still sucks. I think I got about three hours of sleep, and finally gave up at 6:15 AM.
So now I'm up, fairly wakeful, showered, and dosed with Albuterol, which means a fluttering heartbeat and no coffee for the rest of the day. AWESOME. Happy Monday, universe.
