Blargh

[pameladean]

I was going to post about Minicon, but the main legacy of Minicon at the moment seems to be a fairly nasty cold. The standard symptoms, while impressive-sounding -- lucious, hacking cough and amazingly watery exudations -- are not really more than annoying. My throat hurts very intermittently, and I can breathe fine. But I've been running a fever since Monday. It took me until quite late in the day to even figure this out. I don't usually run fevers and thought that my feeling generally awful was the result of the affliction's having completely knocked out my appetite. But after a comedy of errors with the peanut-butter jar and the painstaking ingestion of a reasonable quantity of nourishment, I thought to get out the digital thermometer. 102.2. Um, okay. Tylenol is keeping it at normal, and I let the tylenol wear off every morning to see how it's doing. But even a lower fever really just fries my ability to concentrate -- a little dicey at the best of times, but still -- and causes me to resemble a whiny four-year-old.

The cats think it's great, though. A warmer-than-usual person who sleeps a lot. Such bliss.

Has anybody else got a post-Minicon cold or whatever, or am I singularly blessed?

Pamela