There is a party (gathering of v. close friends) going on across the street that am supposed to be attending. Actually was there a few minutes ago, but suddenly felt the urge to v. quiety slip out and walk across the dark street to my own, quiet house.
Perhaps because have been spending so much solo time buried under double layers of down comforter in recovery, that feel less inclined to be around noisy chatter. Same old stories, different party.
Friendly Lab Person called this morning to confirm that latest Keep This Fish Home from Work illness was, as suspected, Mycoplasma Pneumonia. Or, Walking Pneumonia. Basically, bad enough that you want to die, but not bad enough to take your sorry ass to the hospital. Or, affectionately known among Fish's v. close friends and immediate family as The Poo-monia.
I get The Poo-monia at least once a year, get delirious with fever and attempt to valiantly suffer through at least one of the four or five days at work, pretending to be fine. They always send me home. Apparently looking like a corpse does not attract clients. Who knew? At any rate, Friendly Lab Person advised that should continue taking antibiotic, get plenty of rest and avoid over-taxing myself. Ah, thank you, wise Friendly Lab Person, but today, am feeling much better. So much better, in fact, that spent nearly half the day not only out of under downy retreat but out and about in the real world. Found the party to be a bit overwhelming though, and thus find self home, parked in front of computer, with sleeping kitten within kissing distance.
And now, back to goose-down heaven. THAT's a party.
Posted by This Fish at October 3, 2003 11:15 PM