I’ve been sick for some time — a terrible sinus infection that makes sleeping lying down mostly impossible, so I’ve been sleeping, immense amounts of time, sitting up in the comfy chair in my living room — sleeping fitfully, with unpleasant waking moments, for long times (9 to 11 hours) at night and then with desperately needed hour-long naps during the day. (I also have attacks of the itchies — once mostly in my crotch, which was dreadful — and crippling arthritis clawing up my right hand, but those are side issues.)
The sinus infection isn’t contagious, and I don’t run a fever, But it’s fiercely painful, produces prodigious amounts of disgusting junk I cough up constantly, and is, alas, not much affected by nasal saline sprays. Mostly, it’s unbelievably tiring. Hence, my being c…
I’ve been sick for some time — a terrible sinus infection that makes sleeping lying down mostly impossible, so I’ve been sleeping, immense amounts of time, sitting up in the comfy chair in my living room — sleeping fitfully, with unpleasant waking moments, for long times (9 to 11 hours) at night and then with desperately needed hour-long naps during the day. (I also have attacks of the itchies — once mostly in my crotch, which was dreadful — and crippling arthritis clawing up my right hand, but those are side issues.)
The sinus infection isn’t contagious, and I don’t run a fever, But it’s fiercely painful, produces prodigious amounts of disgusting junk I cough up constantly, and is, alas, not much affected by nasal saline sprays. Mostly, it’s unbelievably tiring. Hence, my being chair-ridden (the analogue of bed-ridden). I still need to order in food and do some basic household work, and until today have been able to produce at least some small posting each day, to show that I’m not dead yet.
My last profoundly deep nap, after lunch today, came with an incredibly entertaining dream about a clever crossword puzzle on linguistic topics that had appeared in my Facebook feed, ready to carry over to a blog posting, just as it was. Then I woke up, groggy but happy, only to discover that there was (of course) no such FB message. Despair!
Then I discovered I was so groggy that I couldn’t stand up to use my walker for some time.
Eventually I managed to take a shower, very very carefully, and so to feel human again, And went back for another nap in the chair.
These are the days of my life.
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