ImperialPansy of Bloom
May. 26th, 2023 10:03 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ismoI had an intensely miserable night. One way I know I have covid is that it makes me horrifically miserable in ways I can't even describe. Nobody wants to hear that, so I won't try. The good part of that is that it follows a course: 3-4 days of increasing misery, followed by a day when I feel I've fallen into some Dantean nightmare from which I cannot awake. After that, it gets better. This morning, I went back to bed and slept for a couple of hours, and then actually made it through a Zoom with Deb and the Prussian. There's French medical study that says you shouldn't take ibuprofen when you have covid, but my entire face hurt and I decided the hell with the French; what do they know? So I took some. Anyway, there are other French doctors who disagree. So I spent the rest of the day in the manner to which I have become accustomed: lolling about on the couch drinking cups of tea and ice water, in alternation. I have now experienced what it would be like if one drank all the water they say you should. It's a lot of work for a sick person to drink that much water, but it is soothing. As much as anything can be. I feel within myself that my body is fighting back now. It's like in the movies when the aliens come and blow up the whole town and kill everybody while they're still going "What th'??" And then the resistance starts to organize. We are going to roll you off this planet, alien oppressors! Even though you are seemingly immortal and have technologies we can't even dream about . . . Yah sure you betcha. We have Jack O'Neill and a couple of hand grenades. And a linguist. Don't forget about him! Okay, maybe this is a movie that I made in my head while I was adrift in Dante's Hell. It could still happen.
I've started reading "The Voice of the Martians: Hungarian Scientists Who Shaped the 20th Century in the West." This is a very dense book, although it is full of lively anecdotes, so my brain can't be entirely gone. I'm only a couple of chapters into it, but already I feel that I have entered another world. The past is another world, almost like science fiction. There's a presupposition that one is familiar with the history of the 20s and 30s in Europe, which reveals my ignorance in a disgraceful light. Naturally, me being me, it makes me itch to learn Hungarian, but I'm afraid that is an ambition that may have to wait for another life. At any rate, it's certainly not something to consider while trying to get over covid.
I made a leap of faith and consumed some chicken and rice, after two days on soup. If I get through the night without further misery, that will be a step in the right direction.
I've started reading "The Voice of the Martians: Hungarian Scientists Who Shaped the 20th Century in the West." This is a very dense book, although it is full of lively anecdotes, so my brain can't be entirely gone. I'm only a couple of chapters into it, but already I feel that I have entered another world. The past is another world, almost like science fiction. There's a presupposition that one is familiar with the history of the 20s and 30s in Europe, which reveals my ignorance in a disgraceful light. Naturally, me being me, it makes me itch to learn Hungarian, but I'm afraid that is an ambition that may have to wait for another life. At any rate, it's certainly not something to consider while trying to get over covid.
I made a leap of faith and consumed some chicken and rice, after two days on soup. If I get through the night without further misery, that will be a step in the right direction.
