Jan. 30th, 2008

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Can anybody guess what my personal version of hell on earth would be for the week before Canterbury Faire?

30,000 hundred million points to anyone picking 'getting ill'.

Monday afternoon I felt quite weird and fainty. Monday evening, I developed a nasty fever. I've spent the intervening time in bed, accomplishing nothing whatsoever on my list. It's one of the oddest illnesses I've ever had - no cough, sore throat, stomach ache, swollen glands, nothing. Just sore muscles and a fever.

Fever? The week of CF? Seriously? Who the hell did I piss off?

On the plus side, I'm starting to feel better, and the doctor says it's viral, and won't be contagious at all once my symptoms go, which they are already starting to.

On the negative side: two and a half precious days gone gone gone. I'm now behind schedule, although not much, and I'm going to have to drop some of my plans, and I didn't get to make the one piece of garb (an underdress) I wanted to try and squeeze in.
Also, doctor says I can expect to be quite tired for the next week or so. Hurrah.

Stupid universe.

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