More than the sounds of many waters,
Than the mighty breakers of the sea,
The Lord on high is mighty.
I went in to Commonside yesterday, but by the time I left at 4 in the afternoon I had begun shaking and feeling truly terrible. When I arrived back at the IES building at 6:00 I could barely stand up I was so dizzy and sick-feeling. I rested for an hour, got myself dinner, and crawled into bed at 7:50. The new people next door woke me at 11:50 with their music, which they turned down, but their loud talking (was it loud? I’m starting to think that quiet apartment life has spoiled me and I’m just too sensitive to noise now. Perhaps I’ve lost the skill of sleeping through everything that you get from living in a dorm) didn’t stop until I put my pillow over my head. Then I couldn’t hear the words, just the rumble and fluctuations of tone, and I fell asleep until 5:00 when the sun blazed into my room. Then I felt nauseous but couldn’t quite throw up to feel better, so I lay in bed and blew my nose and felt my queasy stomach going round and round. I didn’t sleep again for a long time, but woke up at 8:00 unable to sleep anymore.
Commonside is not for me today. I told them I would be in, and I would go if it was less of a commute. But I can’t stand the thought of jerking and jostling and standing up for such a long time. The trip tired me so much yesterday I nearly fell asleep on the Northern Line. I feel awful about not going in because I’ll be in Paris Thursday and Friday, so that’s basically my week with them gone. But given yesterday’s experience and my general state right now (do I have to walk to the kitchen? Ugh) I don’t think it’d be wise to go in. I only went yesterday because I had a meeting with Richard The IT Guy and it was important. But I still feel bad staying here, and I just know that if I do I will feel alright all day…why did I have to get sick now? I hardly got sick all winter! I’ve been healthy as a, um, horse (?) for ages and now suddenly this thing hits me like a tube train. I’ll work on writing more of the report today, and I’ll work on getting better so Paris doesn’t suck too much. I hope Vangie doesn’t get my cold. 🙁
So things are looking down, because I hoped to feel much better today and don’t. I just feel worse in a different way. This is a real witch of a cold. I wish I could figure out how many gallons of snot I’ll produce over the course of this disease. Then I’d at least feel a little better.