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reviving this little blog for love and whimsy.
Likely to feature other useful things pertaining to classical music, cycling, databases, design, digital humanities, etools, food, librarianship, musicianship, piano, performance, social media, web development, yoga.
It hits me like a mack truck and i’m paralysed for 24 hours throat burning head throbbing body sore all over the mucus cough from hell blocked sinuses shallow breath lips cracked and peeling the slightest movement sending waves of nausea through me. it continues for the next 3 days, only gradually lessening in intensity. I graduate from not being able to keep paracetemol down to a boiled egg with toast soldiers on a bunnykins plate (oh childhood how nice to regress!) and now I’m drinking my first coffee in 5 days (that’s because I’m at work and cannot rely on spirit alone for work ethic/ motivation). My ears ache and block, and I wander around in a soft shelled daze until i realise i can hold my nose and blow. Whoa dizzy oh the earth is moving. Finally I can take a shower without needing to hurl.
This brings me to today’s joke: Two vomits were walking (surging? dribbling? projecting? hurling?) down the street when suddenly one of them stops and starts crying all sentimental like. “What’s the matter?” asks the other. The vomit replies “Oh, this was where I was brought up”.
