February 18, 2006

Fever's flame, ouch

Feverish days give way to inconsistent thoughts and misgivings. I am convinced that sickness is Satan.

I've somehow swallowed an icicle that doesn't seem to melt unless I a.) take a hot shower b.) turn my electric blanket on the highest setting.

There's much to do. With so many writing courses and a Setonian to produce, I'm running on "E", now in front of many people. Yesterday, I sent out the production schedule, but realized I forgot the attachment. On the next e-mail, I apologized to the staff and meant to send it, but forgot. Finally, on the third try, I sent it. Pathetic.

I spent an entire morning with amnesia. Did I have a class at 11 or was it 10, and if it was 10, should I go into class?

I left my bag, coat and keys in the hallway at school. Thankfully they were still there. Is it okay to lose your mind temporarily?

Posted by Amanda Cochran at February 18, 2006 2:25 PM | TrackBack
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Do everyone--and yourself--a favor and sleep and sweat off this fever. You've got to remember to take care of yourself because there's no work that's worth risking your health over... Trust me, when I got accused of wanting to have pneumonia, I realized that this was true.

Slow down and rest, please. That's the only way you can beat this...

Take care, dear.

Posted by: Karissa at February 18, 2006 4:52 PM

We all really appreciate your hard work, Amanda, but Karissa's right -- get some rest, take a short break. You deserve it.

Posted by: ChrisU at February 18, 2006 5:10 PM

I was going to post a supportive comment, but I'm also sick, so I pushed "Post" without actually writing anything supportive.

Posted by: Dennis G. Jerz at February 18, 2006 5:18 PM

Whoops, silly me! I pushed "Post" without actually saying anything supportive.

Posted by: Dennis G. Jerz at February 18, 2006 5:18 PM

Amanda, you're doing a great job. Get some well-earned rest.

Posted by: Dennis G. Jerz at February 18, 2006 5:19 PM

Thanks all. I think I'm getting over it, but I feel weak like some kind of birdie just out of the shell. You know, can't really do much of anything. Minimal hearing. Limited functions. Working on it though, and by that I mean, not really working at all. My bed and I are close companions this weekend.

Posted by: Amanda at February 18, 2006 7:34 PM
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