December 23rd, 2019

caillebotte_man at his window

Rainy Sunday

Given that I still sneeze frequently, and that my nose often runs or is stopped up, and that my voice has grown hoarse, and my cough more intense, I'd say that I do in fact now have a cold. The problem is that it otherwise doesn't feel like a cold. A cold makes me want to lie around in bed doing nothing, but I want to go out and do things, which today would have been impossible since it rained most of the time until late afternoon, and early this morning there was quite furious wind. But I still had a desire to go out. Maybe I just want to share my germs with the world. But sitting around was a drag.

Now I don't know how I will feel tomorrow, but I'm still considering making a stab at running to a Safeway on the bus. I'm not sure it's worth it for only the few things I need and could carry home by hand, though. And maybe by tomorrow my cold will feel more traditionally cold-like, and I won't want to do anything at all. I'm quite worried that I'll be totally housebound on the 26th, and will miss the Goodwill store's latest half price sale, which would doubtlessly make me imagine book after book I've sought all year flying off the shelves into the grubby hands of those less deserving of them than myself. I know it's not likely, but unlikeliness never curbed my imagination before.

It occurs to me that I should probably look for a thermometer at CVS. Perhaps I am a bit feverish after all, and just can't tell because my thermometer, ironically enough, got burned up. And why do I never remember to buy things before I need them? I wonder if I've gradually grown so sick with age that ordinary sickness such as a cold no longer registers as anything other than everyday normal? Something else to worry about.

Stuck in the apartment I ate my dinner for lunch, then made a couple of cheese quesadillas at dinner time, and now I am craving ice cream. I've got some, and some Kahlua to drizzle over it. On the other hand, ice cream might make my nose get stuffier, as dairy stuff of ten does. I'm tired now too. I've been awake since nine o'clock this morning and should go to sleep fairly soon. There are at least ten books I'd like to be reading right now, but reading from any of them is bound to put me to sleep in a matter of minutes. Viruses are so weird. Maybe I'll have weird dreams, like I did when I got sick when I was a kid. There's something else I'm supposed to do first though.

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Indoors, sneezing and coughing and using up tissues, all day. It was sunny out for quite a while, and almost mild compared to recent days, but I didn't go anywhere. I'm out of donuts, but the walk to Grocery Outlet just seemed too far. I'll soon run out of orange juice, and hope the milk and butter will hold out. There were tuna sandwiches for lunch today, and I suppose I'll fix ramen for dinner.

I don't know when I'll be able to get out again, though tomorrow seems very unlikely to be any better than today was, and Wednesday (Christmas day anyway so most stores will be closed) is to be rainy. I don't feel like I'll be sufficiently recovered by Thursday. I'm not making any plans. Just settling in for several days of certain discomfort and likely misery. Most likely I'll spend as much time as I can stand under the covers. I hope it doesn't get too boring. Right now there's a headache, so I'm going to have a nap. I hope. I have to blow my nose so often it's hard to sleep.