The Sound of Silence
Sep. 27th, 2006 09:19 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
zonewombatMan I hate being sick. The deathFlu has really hammered the embassy, and what with taking care of poor sick miserable Mallory, I have no energy to get better myself. The only good sleep I had this weekend was 4 hours during the day Saturday (and that was with non-drowsy cold meds, which usually make me wired and shaky, and lots of caffiene). I get no sleep at night, hallucinating and waking up exhausted.
And of course Friday night, the last healthy night before we all got sick, Mal was up all night anyway with Gas From Hell. I'd made a nice salmon with dijon and crispy kashi crust for dinner, and he chowed down on it like whoa. We let him have a lot since it's good for him, but a little too rich too late. Starting at around 11:30, I was up and holding him against my shoulder, with him howling as his whole torso rippled, then a pause, and his diaper would literally flap. Poor kid. There was a thunderstorm between 2:00 and 4:00 am, and I don't think everything we were hearing was thunder.
So yeah, we're all sick. And yet, still working long hours. So I've been a crap correspondent and I apologize to everyone. I am trying to get stuff ready to sell at the embassy's Christmas bazaar, so I will continue to be busy next month, but I hope to write all you people whom I owe letters.
And now, off to bed with NyQuil.
(cross-posted to Mallory's journal, because I'm lazy)
And of course Friday night, the last healthy night before we all got sick, Mal was up all night anyway with Gas From Hell. I'd made a nice salmon with dijon and crispy kashi crust for dinner, and he chowed down on it like whoa. We let him have a lot since it's good for him, but a little too rich too late. Starting at around 11:30, I was up and holding him against my shoulder, with him howling as his whole torso rippled, then a pause, and his diaper would literally flap. Poor kid. There was a thunderstorm between 2:00 and 4:00 am, and I don't think everything we were hearing was thunder.
So yeah, we're all sick. And yet, still working long hours. So I've been a crap correspondent and I apologize to everyone. I am trying to get stuff ready to sell at the embassy's Christmas bazaar, so I will continue to be busy next month, but I hope to write all you people whom I owe letters.
And now, off to bed with NyQuil.
(cross-posted to Mallory's journal, because I'm lazy)
