Ill

Started: 2006-04-17 09:44:57

Submitted: 2006-04-17 09:56:40

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My lungs have been colonized by some as-of-yet unidentified pathogen. I have a doctor's appointment in an hour; I hope she'll be able to successfully identify the microscopic imperialists and (with any luck) prescribe some industrial-strength twenty-first-century drugs to send them packing back to the motherland.

Of course, it's also entirely possible it's viral, and anti-viral drugs haven't quite made it into the mainstream just yet, especially for otherwise-healthy non-smoking twenty-five-year-old males. Maybe I'll be stuck with treating the symptoms (deep, often-painful cough; fever) and bedrest. I wasn't actually planning on doing much at work this week (since it is, after all, my last week), but I had expected to show up and try not to make it obvious I'm laughing at my coworkers.

The worst part is I started feeling lousy on Thursday and barely made it out of bed on Friday (which I had off, for Good Friday); I wasted an entire three-day-weekend unable to do anything. I did manage to drag myself out of bed long enough to see that not blowing out my sprinkler system was the worst thing I could have done; the PVC pipe feeding the manifold is shattered, and I'm going to have to rebuild the entire manifold before I even know if any of my lines need to be repaired. Part of my Epic Landscaping Plan for this year involves adding shrubs to various parts of the landscape; I want to add irrigation zones for these new plants, so rebuilding the irrigation system won't be an entire waste.