Film at 11

bleah

I. Am. Still. Sick.

I woke up this morning (duh DUH duh duh). Put the thermometer in my ear (duh DUH DUH duh duh)

I guess my life isn't actually a blues song. But it should be. For the fifth day in a row, my temperature is around 100 degrees. When I visited my friendly nurse practitioner this morning, she seemed pretty unconcerned. She did say, though, that a persistent low-grade fever could mean a lot of things, from "West Nile virus to lymphoma." Thanks, Janet. I feel better now.

I'm taking the day off from schools today, which always means more work in the long run, but I think it was time. Mike and I went downtown last night to hang out for an hour or so, and I could barely move when we got home, I was so tired. Somehow, the idea of seven straight hours on my feet didn't seem too smart.

Anyway, I'm bored out of my gourd. I tried my version of Jerry Bruckheimer -- stupid romantic comedies. I watched the tail end of "Almost Famous" today, and a fascinating program on conjoined twins last night. I don't know what's left. I also read An Na's "A Step From Heaven," another excellent example of young adult lit that's still relevant to adult audiences. And the boredom remains.

Other suggestions for low-energy activities you can do flat on your back? (get your minds out of the gutter. .. . )

Posted by Meredith at October 16, 2002 02:00 PM