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One grey hair? Oh please. :)

Ok, some folk may make a big deal out of that, but a single grey hair isn't so big. Of course, on men, they claim it makes us look distinguished. If that's true, I'm going to look VERY distinguished by the time I'm 35.

Oh well. Glad to hear you're feeling better. Good vibes comin' at ya from the Yankees :).

--D

By Dante, at March 27, 2006 11:30 PM  

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Thanks for birthday wishes. Unfortunately, the five days since my last post haven't all been wonderful: I started feeling vagualy crummy with a bit of a cough on Wednesday afternoon, and went home early skipping the choir because I had no voice left and only wanted to go to bed. I felt too tired and generally out of it to have anything seisible to eat, so just took a mixture of cough drops and went to bed, sleeping very badly. On Thursday, I was supposed to teach from 8:15 to 9, which meant I had to get up at 6; I got up, had some water with honey for my voice, and promptly threw it up again. I didn't feel too bad though, just very tired, so ascribed it to having had not much sleep and nothing to eat the night before (my stomach does these things to me when I don't feed it regularly. Silly creature.) So I did go to work, and taught for 45 minutes, and went home again, had a cup of tea and immediately lost that, too. And a banana I tried to eat.

Cutting out sordid details, I was thoroughly sick to my stomach all day Thursday, in addition to the cough getting worse (not a particularly pleasant combination). Johan, being an angel, got me blueberry soup which by the end of the evening I was able to drink and keep. Yesterday -- Friday, I feasted on boiled, unsalted cod and toast without any spread. It may have been the nicest toast I've ever had.

Today, my stomach is fine, but I do have a whopper of a cold. And I really, REALLY can't be ill now. I MUST be well by Monday, because I'm teaching almost all day -- on Friday it was only one hour and I expect they found somebody to stand in (I did call in sick when I got home on Thursday), but not for six classes! And of course this means I can't relax cos I'm worrying too much, which is totally counterproductive but I don't know how not to. And my stupid nose doesn't work to breathe through.

In addition, this morning I found a grey hair. On myself. I'm old....

(OK, that last isn't serious. I got a grey hair -- big deal. Shows I'm big enough to, er. I'm sure I'm big enough for something.)

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