little girls in pretty boxes
Mar. 7th, 2004 11:53 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mylittleredgirlIn one of my few bold excursions out of the house, I apparently caught a cold or a flu or something. Go go gadget immune system! Anyway, in a nutshell, that plus mono is annoying.
My liver has decided to go and fake its own painful death, and I've lost 17 pounds ([sarc]Oh, how I long for a prom[/sarc]) and these things and other symptoms have prompted my mother to, with the help of doctors and new-age practitioners and herbal healing books, develop a new 34-step daily plan to oppose health suckitude. I've got a checklist and everything. Lots of new-age supplements with weird names (spiru-tein and astragalus are my favourites as far as names go), and, taking a page from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
meg_tdj's book, alarms to wake me up to eat more than once a day.
Also, still dumb as toast. Still unable to follow plots of things I haven't seen before, so I haven't even watched the two-weeks-ago Enterprise and Stargate thatkeenween taped for me. Got lost in my own hometown last week, and so have put a moratorium on driving until I am convinced I won't end up in Maine. Oh! But I *knitted* a few rows today, which was sort of exciting, because that had felt waaaay beyond me up till now (and it *tired me out,* dammit. My lameness knows no bounds). So woo! Score one for the brain cells! I really hope this stupidity doesn't last. It's making me value my late lamented intelligence *a lot.*
But I'm having a good a time as one could expect to have. I don't have the energy for real social interaction (emails and livejournals and sending snailmail cards are about my speed, when I have a speed at all which isn't every day, because I can nap between paragraphs if necessary), so I'm grateful for the internet to keep me from feeling *really* isolated and lonely. Time passes very quickly when you're asleep, I've noticed, and I am shocked and horrified to learn that it is March. My mother is an entertaining nurse. I miss Providence, and independence, and my brain and my friends and my fraternity and my *life* a lot, though. If any of you forget me, I will be seriously irked. You have been warned. I HATE that I'm missing so much and that we're inducting a pledge class I haven't even met... but it's good that I'm not there, because I really do feel awful and I really couldn't cook for myself right now and if I tried to go play at these events and be coherent it would probably do sucky things to my recovery time, and I wouldn't be that much fun anyway.
To sum up: I'm still sick, and don't know when I'll be back in Providence, and if you're reading this I probably miss you a whole lot.
-- Little Red, who thinks she may actually have gotten high on wheatgrass this afternoon.
My liver has decided to go and fake its own painful death, and I've lost 17 pounds ([sarc]Oh, how I long for a prom[/sarc]) and these things and other symptoms have prompted my mother to, with the help of doctors and new-age practitioners and herbal healing books, develop a new 34-step daily plan to oppose health suckitude. I've got a checklist and everything. Lots of new-age supplements with weird names (spiru-tein and astragalus are my favourites as far as names go), and, taking a page from
meg_tdj's book, alarms to wake me up to eat more than once a day.Also, still dumb as toast. Still unable to follow plots of things I haven't seen before, so I haven't even watched the two-weeks-ago Enterprise and Stargate that
keenween taped for me. Got lost in my own hometown last week, and so have put a moratorium on driving until I am convinced I won't end up in Maine. Oh! But I *knitted* a few rows today, which was sort of exciting, because that had felt waaaay beyond me up till now (and it *tired me out,* dammit. My lameness knows no bounds). So woo! Score one for the brain cells! I really hope this stupidity doesn't last. It's making me value my late lamented intelligence *a lot.*But I'm having a good a time as one could expect to have. I don't have the energy for real social interaction (emails and livejournals and sending snailmail cards are about my speed, when I have a speed at all which isn't every day, because I can nap between paragraphs if necessary), so I'm grateful for the internet to keep me from feeling *really* isolated and lonely. Time passes very quickly when you're asleep, I've noticed, and I am shocked and horrified to learn that it is March. My mother is an entertaining nurse. I miss Providence, and independence, and my brain and my friends and my fraternity and my *life* a lot, though. If any of you forget me, I will be seriously irked. You have been warned. I HATE that I'm missing so much and that we're inducting a pledge class I haven't even met... but it's good that I'm not there, because I really do feel awful and I really couldn't cook for myself right now and if I tried to go play at these events and be coherent it would probably do sucky things to my recovery time, and I wouldn't be that much fun anyway.
To sum up: I'm still sick, and don't know when I'll be back in Providence, and if you're reading this I probably miss you a whole lot.
-- Little Red, who thinks she may actually have gotten high on wheatgrass this afternoon.
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Date: 2004-03-10 03:38 am (UTC)We have been apart too long. Our psychic locator link is lost. The center cannot hold. WHAT WILL THE JCI DO!???
Will you email me your Brown box #, babe? Even if that's all you send in the email. I have a card that needs to be yours.
Glad that you are still bravely waging on with the Van-Wickle-or-Bust campaign, and a lot of scared and hopeful thoughts in your direction on behalf of G.
-- Little Red, who wants to go get orange soda and pizza with olivesgreenpepperandpineapple and watch Sabrina the Teenage Witch with you Right Now. :)