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Aftermath 2: Who stole my pulse?
Oct. 4th, 2004 05:39 pmI can focus on the screen. I've managed to sit upright for more than five minutes. I'm breathing (both kinds, in and out). I've even eaten something.
Whatever the hell hit me last week, it sure hit hard. I think the plaguebeast has crawled back off into a drainpipe somewhere - looking out my window, there's a grey cloud to the northeast, so perhaps it went that way.
Thankyou to all the people who came over to keep me company, make sure I was eating something, and join the hunt for my pulse. Still haven't found that last one, but I'm hopeful that it'll turn up soon. In particular, thankyou to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
aeliel for giving up most of her precious holiday week, and futurelegend for keeping me talking on the worst of the days. No two people I'd want more, if I ever had to go through last friday again.
I apparently don't have pneumonia - however, I did get dogpiled by a whole bunch of things that laid me out for a week and a half. After I walked home from UniCon, the 'flu snuck up with a king hit. When I came to, something from a John Carpenter film was living in my lungs and my ears were full of rusty nails; light and noise burned my brain, and half my back muscles were wired up to the wrong side of my body. I tried to sell my remains to the recyclers, butaeliel wouldn't have a bar of it. Probably just as well - salvaging the good parts, there's no way I would have had enough to get reconstituted.
That's what I'm living on at the moment - it's a re-constitution, still covered in pharmaceutical scaffolding with WorkSafe guys in yellow hard-hats swarming all over the place. No idea whether it's liveable yet, but the foundations are being laid. Ear infections are receding, so balance is back online. "Up" is more of a cardinal direction point, and less of an abstract mathematical concept. I've coughed out both my lungs, and the new ones are on order - that was one vicious infection.
If you ever get a chance to lie in a whole lot of pain and not use any of your muscles for a week and a half... don't.
I'm still remembering how to walk without stumbling, and I need to use handrails to lean on, not climb. I sit down an awful lot. I'm thin enough that even I get worried about the way wind passes through exposed patches of skeleton. But I can start doing things again now, and that rocks.
Whatever the hell hit me last week, it sure hit hard. I think the plaguebeast has crawled back off into a drainpipe somewhere - looking out my window, there's a grey cloud to the northeast, so perhaps it went that way.
Thankyou to all the people who came over to keep me company, make sure I was eating something, and join the hunt for my pulse. Still haven't found that last one, but I'm hopeful that it'll turn up soon. In particular, thankyou to
aeliel for giving up most of her precious holiday week, and futurelegend for keeping me talking on the worst of the days. No two people I'd want more, if I ever had to go through last friday again.I apparently don't have pneumonia - however, I did get dogpiled by a whole bunch of things that laid me out for a week and a half. After I walked home from UniCon, the 'flu snuck up with a king hit. When I came to, something from a John Carpenter film was living in my lungs and my ears were full of rusty nails; light and noise burned my brain, and half my back muscles were wired up to the wrong side of my body. I tried to sell my remains to the recyclers, but
aeliel wouldn't have a bar of it. Probably just as well - salvaging the good parts, there's no way I would have had enough to get reconstituted.That's what I'm living on at the moment - it's a re-constitution, still covered in pharmaceutical scaffolding with WorkSafe guys in yellow hard-hats swarming all over the place. No idea whether it's liveable yet, but the foundations are being laid. Ear infections are receding, so balance is back online. "Up" is more of a cardinal direction point, and less of an abstract mathematical concept. I've coughed out both my lungs, and the new ones are on order - that was one vicious infection.
If you ever get a chance to lie in a whole lot of pain and not use any of your muscles for a week and a half... don't.
I'm still remembering how to walk without stumbling, and I need to use handrails to lean on, not climb. I sit down an awful lot. I'm thin enough that even I get worried about the way wind passes through exposed patches of skeleton. But I can start doing things again now, and that rocks.
