I was sick in bed again all day. I managed to do a load of laundry, drank ginger ale, and finally in the evening had some rice and soup. Oh my god! Soup! It's so delicious! Thank you, Squid!
I'm so hungry, and still sort of feverish and dizzy. But I can only eat a tiny bit at a time. Meanwhile, from bed, I got my inbox down to 0 today. I read and answered nearly everything. There's sort of an extra inbox of more emails to answer and think about or things that I should blog about or read with extra attention.
I read some Mr. Moto novels and a book about Ghenghis Khan and finished the one about the !Kung woman named Nisa that was like 90% Nisa talking about her lovers and sex and jealousy, which was interesting. A chapter at the end tried to explain that it wasn't the anthropologist's prurient interests or line of questioning, or that she picked an unusual person to interview, but that !Kung women liked to sit around with each other all talking about their lovers and joking about sex. It sounds plausible.
The thing that really pissed me off was Nisa wistfully thinking that maybe someday the book would be published and would earn money so she could have a cow. For fuck's sake the anthropologist was at Harvard. Probably her pocket change could have bought her a cow. I feel like going to donate to heifer.org right now... dammit...
In between all that, I dozed off at short intervals. The aching and fever was much better. What a relief!
When I get up I'm very dizzy and feel dehydrated. But I can't drink fast enough to deal with it. The tiny bowl of soup is just sitting in my stomach, waiting ominously... So I keep getting up a little bit here and there on the theory it might help my digestion to start going again.
It is also not just the barfology over here. I also seem to have a regular cold. Or it's all one big nasty illness. Whatever it is, my head is stuffed up, one ear can't hear, and my lungs aren't happy. So I will try to do some actual work tomorrow, but will stay in bed to do it.