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Mar. 19th, 2008 10:07 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mari4212It's been a while since I've updated. And, as usual, I'm blaming my health for part of it.
Where do I start on that? Let's see, it began two Saturdays ago, the last few days I was on spring break. I caught the stomach flu that was going around, and that knocked me out for all of Saturday and kept me home from church on Sunday. That in itself should tell you how bad it was affecting me, because I never miss my home church if I can help it.
I was feeling well enough to travel Sunday afternoon, though, which is good, because that's when my ride was going back to school. So I got back, and spent Sunday evening sitting in my room, getting over being sick with the stomach bug and drinking large amounts of mint tea.
Monday comes, and I'm over the stomach flu, but coming down with a head-cold. You know the saying, it never rains but pours? Yeah, it was rather apt with the past few weeks.
I made it in to all my classes on Monday and Tuesday, but Wednesday hit me like a ton of bricks. I was ordered by one of my classmates not to show up to Latin that day, and he grabbed my homework and told me to go back to my room and sleep. Walking back to my room from that conversation, I ran into my teacher for my other class, who took one look at me and ordered me to go to sleep and not worry about class. (I might possibly love this teacher, as she wins at life on so many levels.) I took them at their words, went back to my room, and quite possibly, keeled over as fast as was possible.
Thursday, I wake up feeling even worse, call in sick to the library, and try to make it to my senior seminar class. I set foot in the door there, and my teacher for that class orders someone to take me back to my dorm or to the nurses' office. By the time we get to the nurses, I'm weak, shaky, and so lightheaded I feel like I'm going to fall over. The nurses have security and my roommate get me back to my room, and I could see when I glanced at the hallway mirror on the way there that I've gone very pale and shaky. I think I spent most of Thursday flat on my bed.
Friday, I skipped most of my classes again, and the one I went to drained me a lot. I was feeling better enough to go to work and eat dinner with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
jediravenclaw for her birthday, and I was hoping I would continue to improve.
Saturday, I was mostly better, but I still had parts where I would get dizzy for long periods of time.
And Sunday, I was worse, back to how I was on Thursday, when any exertion left me feeling weak and like I was going to fall over, and by exertion, I meant sitting upright with a back support to lean on.
Monday, I went to the nurses again, and got about five words into my description of what was happening when the nurse told me that I needed to go to the ER for tests. I got to the ER around one in the afternoon, and didn't leave until six hours later, minus six vials of blood, plus two bags full of saline and a prescription for an anti-dizziness pill.
Yesterday and today I've spent sleeping. Whatever else those pills are doing, they really seem to be knocking me out, because I'm sleeping a lot more and still feeling tired after everything else, which is not normal for me at all.
I've been trying to pay attention to my flist, and what I've gleaned so far is that LJ administrata people are still being idiots about their base, H_E continues to be fun, and my flist people are still made of awesome and shiny win. Does that about cover it?
Where do I start on that? Let's see, it began two Saturdays ago, the last few days I was on spring break. I caught the stomach flu that was going around, and that knocked me out for all of Saturday and kept me home from church on Sunday. That in itself should tell you how bad it was affecting me, because I never miss my home church if I can help it.
I was feeling well enough to travel Sunday afternoon, though, which is good, because that's when my ride was going back to school. So I got back, and spent Sunday evening sitting in my room, getting over being sick with the stomach bug and drinking large amounts of mint tea.
Monday comes, and I'm over the stomach flu, but coming down with a head-cold. You know the saying, it never rains but pours? Yeah, it was rather apt with the past few weeks.
I made it in to all my classes on Monday and Tuesday, but Wednesday hit me like a ton of bricks. I was ordered by one of my classmates not to show up to Latin that day, and he grabbed my homework and told me to go back to my room and sleep. Walking back to my room from that conversation, I ran into my teacher for my other class, who took one look at me and ordered me to go to sleep and not worry about class. (I might possibly love this teacher, as she wins at life on so many levels.) I took them at their words, went back to my room, and quite possibly, keeled over as fast as was possible.
Thursday, I wake up feeling even worse, call in sick to the library, and try to make it to my senior seminar class. I set foot in the door there, and my teacher for that class orders someone to take me back to my dorm or to the nurses' office. By the time we get to the nurses, I'm weak, shaky, and so lightheaded I feel like I'm going to fall over. The nurses have security and my roommate get me back to my room, and I could see when I glanced at the hallway mirror on the way there that I've gone very pale and shaky. I think I spent most of Thursday flat on my bed.
Friday, I skipped most of my classes again, and the one I went to drained me a lot. I was feeling better enough to go to work and eat dinner with
jediravenclaw for her birthday, and I was hoping I would continue to improve. Saturday, I was mostly better, but I still had parts where I would get dizzy for long periods of time.
And Sunday, I was worse, back to how I was on Thursday, when any exertion left me feeling weak and like I was going to fall over, and by exertion, I meant sitting upright with a back support to lean on.
Monday, I went to the nurses again, and got about five words into my description of what was happening when the nurse told me that I needed to go to the ER for tests. I got to the ER around one in the afternoon, and didn't leave until six hours later, minus six vials of blood, plus two bags full of saline and a prescription for an anti-dizziness pill.
Yesterday and today I've spent sleeping. Whatever else those pills are doing, they really seem to be knocking me out, because I'm sleeping a lot more and still feeling tired after everything else, which is not normal for me at all.
I've been trying to pay attention to my flist, and what I've gleaned so far is that LJ administrata people are still being idiots about their base, H_E continues to be fun, and my flist people are still made of awesome and shiny win. Does that about cover it?
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Date: 2008-03-19 04:01 pm (UTC)(Also, prompt me with something and I'll do for you what you always do for me when I'm low.)
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Date: 2008-03-19 04:08 pm (UTC)(I might be applying for job in your library. Pity you'd be gone already by the time the position would start.)
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Date: 2008-03-19 05:10 pm (UTC)*cuddles you*
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Date: 2008-03-19 05:11 pm (UTC)UE libraries? Now that would be fun. I could introduce you via lj to people who would still be there after I leave.
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Date: 2008-03-19 05:20 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-03-19 06:43 pm (UTC)It's ever-so-slightly longer than a drabble so, uh, I hope it doesn't tire you.
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Just gone 9pm on the second U-Day and she's dumped Mal clean on his ass in their motel room. He didn't even make it to the bed, which, really, is probably a good thing, given the smell coming from him and the likelihood of vomit when he wakes.
Zoe figures she'll go for a wander outside. Not tired yet, and too wired from the fight to sleep proper. Ain't really safe to go walking - not by normal people standards anyway - but she doesn't think she's dealt in the normal people kind of safety since she was fifteen. If ever.
She's walking through the park at the end of the street – well, the dustbowl that passes – and ends up at the well in the middle. Her mama used to tell her stories about wishing wells, and every time they saw one planetside, she'd give Zoe a little old coin or charm to throw in.
She's got no use for wishes anymore.
There's no one around, mostly, 'cept for one skinny man standing under a tree a hundred feet away. It's enough to bother her though and she tenses, staring into the well. She doesn't look around but keeps track of him, waiting for a hint of what he's going to do.
No need for a hint. "Lovely evening, isn't it?" he calls, strolling over to her. "Happy Unification Day! Peace, prosperity, joy and unity!"
He stops about ten feet from her, a dark object in his hand swinging from side to side, and she turns to face him, half-keeping the well between them. The man grins at her. She stares back; doesn't say anything.
He keeps smiling. "Saw you with the bloke. Browncoats, was it?"
She doesn't tug at her jacket – decidedly green – just raises an eyebrow. "That obvious."
"Him, yes. You hide it a little better."
She eyes him critically up and down. No company colours – just an odd black jacket – but he fought. No doubt. "Which side were you on?"
The annoying grin slips off his face. "Neither."
Odd. Most people usually went one way or the other, even without having fought, 'less they were too focused on money to care. "Neither?"
"Wasn't my war."
There weren't any others; not in his lifetime, anyway. "So what was your war?"
"Not one you'd know," he says, and his eyes lose their focus for a moment. Then he's back and gazing at her.
Zoe is good at vague; she likes vague. But only when it's coming out of her own mouth. "What do you want?"
He holds the object in his hand out to her, and she glances at it. Whiskey. Not a brand she recognises. "Just a drink," he says.
"You lost people," she says, eyes flicking away for a second. But just a second.
He doesn't say anything, just keeps offering the bottle.
She sighs, takes it from him and holds it up. "To those we've lost," she says, pausing for a moment, then taking a swig. The whiskey burns.
The man takes the bottle back and holds it up to her. He smiles, and it's different from before. "To hope."
They stand in silence for a few minutes.
"Well," he says, energy springing into his step, "I best be off."
She looks at him, then nods.
He clasps her hand. "Thank you, Zoe," he says, and his smile widens. "Maybe we'll meet again."
He lets go, spins around, and she watches him leave, shaking her head. Then she turns and heads back to the motel, promising to make Mal clean up any mess he's made.
It isn't till later that she realises she'd never told the man her name.
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Date: 2008-03-19 07:37 pm (UTC)By which I mean, yes, you did get him wonderfully right and I might just have to squee and cuddle you uncontrollably.
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Date: 2008-03-20 02:46 am (UTC)By which I mean, glee-squee-YAY-you-like-it!
Thank you for the prompt, by the way. I think that's the longest thing I've written in a good six months, and I actually really enjoyed it too. Even if it had me going to bed just a wee bit too late. *g*
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Date: 2008-03-20 01:02 pm (UTC)I hope you feel better soon.
::sends virtual chicken soup your way::
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Date: 2008-03-23 10:28 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-03-23 10:29 pm (UTC)*love* and feel better soon!!!
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Date: 2008-03-25 02:47 pm (UTC)