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Feb. 26th, 2012 02:06 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
calissaIt has now been over a week since I came down with this virus and I'm still feeling dreadful. Every time I start feeling better I take a turn for the worse. I was almost better by Wednesday evening, but then spent most of the night awake and coughing, setting the pattern for the next few nights. I managed a good night's sleep last night and thought I might have broken through. Then I made the mistake of going to obedience class with the dogs. I came home with swollen glands and a fever. I am intensely frustrated by my inability to get better but it seems I need to learn some patience or risk making myself sick yet again. I have already seen the doctor twice this week (Tuesday then Thursday) who told me that all I can do is drink lots of water and rest. I very much hope not to have to visit him again.
There have been good things. I've had enough energy and brain power to read and nap and not much else. This means that Mt TBR is looking decidedly smaller than it was last week (although I don't kid myself; I still have a long way to go). My sister was kind enough to return my copy of Naamah's Blessing and I managed to finish all 600 pages in somewhere around 14 hours. Four and Twenty Blackbirds by Cherie Priest took me somewhat longer, despite being a third of the size, since there was no way I was reading that one after dark. It's an awesomely atmospheric Southern gothic horror that sent my imagination into overdrive--one reason why I rarely read horror or thrillers.
I have since turned my attention to The Count of Monte Cristo, which my Kindle tells me I'm now a quarter of the way through. Hopefully, by the time I finish this quintessential tale of revenge the virus will have finished its revenge on me!
There have been good things. I've had enough energy and brain power to read and nap and not much else. This means that Mt TBR is looking decidedly smaller than it was last week (although I don't kid myself; I still have a long way to go). My sister was kind enough to return my copy of Naamah's Blessing and I managed to finish all 600 pages in somewhere around 14 hours. Four and Twenty Blackbirds by Cherie Priest took me somewhat longer, despite being a third of the size, since there was no way I was reading that one after dark. It's an awesomely atmospheric Southern gothic horror that sent my imagination into overdrive--one reason why I rarely read horror or thrillers.
I have since turned my attention to The Count of Monte Cristo, which my Kindle tells me I'm now a quarter of the way through. Hopefully, by the time I finish this quintessential tale of revenge the virus will have finished its revenge on me!
