Evilsciencechick

Kev and I just keep exchanging germs…SOMEHOW (can’t even imagine how)…and these past few days have been my turn. For those of you keeping score at home, this is week 3 of either one of us being sick at any given time. And it is the worst. Earlier in the week, Kev’s sinuses revolted entirely and refused admittance of oxygen or medication. Determined not to fuck around this time, he went straight to the doctor to get antibiotics, which was a good thing because that night he had a fever of 101.3F. A few days after that, when I started to feel achy and drippy, I knew exactly what to do. I’ve been taking steady, alternating doses of excedrin and ibuprofen, and some lovely 12 hour decongestants. And the occasional flush out with the neti pot, because I’m trying to avoid the sinus infection. Antibiotics lead to other…umm…nasty difficulties, and I would rather just not go there.

Currently, there is an evil tumor of doom living smack dab in the middle of my brain, trying its best to push my brain out of my head orifices. It’s also messing with my thermoregulation system, because even though the pills are keeping fever away, I am HOT! OMG IS IT HOT IN HERE? I AM HOT! Also amusing me is a slight case of delirium, allowing me to just…space out…for no reason. Also getting weird song fragments stuck in my head (they seem me rolling, they hatin! umm…they see me rolling, they hatin), and disturbing my sleep by dreaming up strange, nightmarish scenarios that freak me out:

OK, must sleep…think of my peaceful happy place….cabin in the woods…next to a lake…ummm…they be rolling…SHUT UP! CABIN! IN WOODS! What if..umm…zombies attacked the cabin? that would suck. What kind of supplies would you need in case of zombies? Canned goods, I guess. Hey, we could have a garden by the cabin, and I could learn how to can, and then we’d be stocked! Kev has guns..we’d need bigger guns. And a well sealed basement. Like a panic room, only bigger. Can they install panic rooms in the middle of the woods? we’d having to look into that…because wow, zombies. that would totally suck…what if I couldn’t find Sadie? Are there zombie dogs? there were in Iam Legend. WE WOULD BE TOTALLY VULNERABLE TO ZOMBIE ATTACK IN OUR CABIN IN THE WOODS!!!! THIS IS NOT RESTFUL AT ALL! why am I still awake???

I have some issues.

Adding to the fun is my pitiful attempts to start a new sock with the delicious Numma numma’s Saucy sock yarn. Claudia was nice enough to let me have her print out of Firestarter, but the math for gauge adjustment is screwing me up. Because of the…you know. Evil tumor of doom. And the evil tumor whispered hey, this yarn is gorgeous and not too busy. You should do something more complicated with it that would match the gauge you’re getting. Which led me to this pattern. Except I already have the toe done, so I have to convert to toe up. Which I know someone on ravelry has done, though they didn’t write any notes. DAMN YOU, PEOPLE! ADD NOTES IF YOU’RE GONNA ADJUST A PATTERN IN A COOL AND INTERESTING WAY! I NEED TO KNOW HOW YOU DID THAT!

Sooo…I’m staring at a finished toe that is 80 stitches around and trying to figure out how many I need to start the foot chart…isn’t this so much easier than adjusting Firestarter?

*weep*

*gnashing of teeth*

So, there ya go - an explanation for my lack of posting for the past few days. I’m sure this has been a riveting read. But I like to post stuff like this, so in a couple years time, I can go back through my archives and think OMG, WHY DID I POST THIS SHIT? I CAN’T BELIEVE I HAVE ANY READERS AT ALL! ALSO, I USE ALL CAPS ENTIRELY TOO MUCH!

Normal, non-delirium inspired posting will return when evil tumor of doom leaves.