Well, what do you know. I'm sick.

Not horribly horrifically sick, no, but I've got enough experience of me and illness to know when debility has snuck up on me and beat me over the head with the two-by-four of Extreme Prostration. Yes, I'm up and moving, but that's just because I'm a weirdo. One of my quirks is that even if I'm sick, once I've fully woken up for the day, I have to get dressed. Even if I go back to bed twenty minutes down the line. Only complete prostration would serve to keep me in nightwear all day. Pajamas are fine for sleeping in, but for everything else they're just... well, no. Not for me.

(I also got a nice review for 'Proximity'. I really like it when my older fics get randomly loved.)

devida put it best when she said that if you put over 100 people in a small room with no air conditioning (or seriously malfunctioning air conditioning) for several hours straight, day after day, something's going to go wrong somewhere. Under the circumstances it's hardly surprising that I started feeling ill sometime last night and within a few hours was greeting, with a friendly nod and smile, my 10,000th bout with gastric flu or somesuch crap.

Other people get head colds, but not me. I'm never in any more than an uneasy state of truce with my own gastrointestinal tract. Every time I get sick... well, I get sick.

It perhaps doesn't help that I'm constantly tired - I keep meaning to go get tested for anemia, since when we did a paper on it for class I had at least half the symptoms, but never getting round to it - and suffer from athsma asthma, the delightful inherited chronic condition whose name I cannot spell without a dictionary and which means I should probably head off to the GP sometime very soon for my yearly Free Flu Jab. Lowered immunity, here I come! Damn my college and its horribly horrible windowless rooms which are little more than breeding pools for strange and bizarre ailments!

Normally I'd be trying to work through the sick (and no doubt sitting in class complaining about being ill every five seconds, and making my coursemates want to strangle me to get a break from my horrible whining, and sneaking off to throw up in the toilet), but with placements looming yet again and me heading off to an ITU somewhere, I really cannot be doing with having my horrible germs moving in with me for the duration. A quick eviction is what's required, and the more rest and orange juice I can get, the better chance I have of getting the little buggers out but sharpish.

(And South Bank can just goddamn well SHUT UP about sickness and absence. I'm taking time off now because if I don't, I'll need to take more time off later. See how that works?)

I think I need to go back to bed. Got up just over an hour ago, I want to go back to bed. Even for me that's good going. My head's been stuffed full of an entire crop of Egyptian cotton and is enjoying its altered state quite nicely, thank you. Patheticness. Oh well, maybe I should just go with it. Why would I be taking time off if not for the wonderfully dippy reason of Listening To My Body? Which I guess means that I should actually be, you know, listening to it and not making things worse by sitting up making pointless Live Journal posts about the state of my health. Yup, a plan is made.

I think the best fic I wrote for the Proximity Arc is probably 'Stasis'.

Just thought I should say that.

*laila staggers off thataway and collapses into a heap in the corner.*