Note: when you see the glass container of espresso in the fridge, and shove it further back on the shelf when you know it's going to fall? That doesn't work. No matter how far back you think you got it, it's still going to leap out and shatter the next time someone opens the fridge.
has been cleaning up espresso and broken glass.
This disrupted the flow of the entire evening, of course. Little Fayoumis was startled to have his cheerful routine status queries snapped down; I suppose one of the alternate-phase-of-operations rules he should be learning is: when Marx is busy with something when something went wrong, don't say anything to him unless it's an emergency.
It seems that everybody's been worried about me. I don't really see why. But then, I realize that I've seen me like this at least [(20-4) * 3.5] = 56 times, as I'd get sick like this about three and a half times a year back home in Alaska (my active memories only go back until four or so, and I was there until 20). This is actually better than most of those. I was only completely down for four days, and I'll probably lose the cough within the week.
Contrast this with my "colds" in Alaska. I had, from the start of my school years: the back-to-school cold, the Thanksgiving cold, the Christmas cold, the Valentine's Day cold, the May Day or birthday cold, and likely the 4th of July cold as well. I counted myself lucky if I skipped one of those. I did, from time to time.
My colds started out with the sniffly nose. This was followed quickly by the actively snotty nose, and then it worked down into my throat and lungs. I would have a ghastly cough for the week and a half duration of the cold, and would continue with the cough and sniffly nose for what felt like a month after the cold proper was over.
Now, my coughs are not a delicate, ladylike little cough. These coughs have the full power of my 8+ years of singing experience, and all my theatre training, behind them. They are deep and alarming; they cause the casual observer or the unfamiliar to guess that I'm dying, or in immediate danger of expiring. I used to wake myself up coughing on a regular basis, when I was a kid.
When I was a kid, I also used to be up in the middle of the night crying because I couldn't breathe. I would cough, and cough, and cough, and I still had a clogged nose and a clogged throat. Mama would have to calm me down and get me to inhale steam with menthol crystals melted in the water before I could breathe, despite cough medicine and decongestant.
Since I've come to Arizona, I've had regular allergies, but nothing to compare to my regular colds in Alaska. In fact, by the time I was 16 or so, I knew what the first wish I'd make would be, had I three wishes: good health, without having to worry about maintaining it.
I didn't wake up crying because I couldn't breathe, this weekend. I woke up frustrated, from bad dehydrated dreams of evil pervasive snot, but I didn't wake up coughing and crying and sniffling and barely able to breathe. I haven't had to go to sleep propped up on pillows so I can breathe. Even at the worst of it, I didn't remember that I should probably be taking something to squash the symptoms so I wouldn't get more crud in my lungs, because it wasn't all that bad.
I'm not really treating this as a bad cold, despite its being one of the worst I've had since coming to Arizona, because it's nothing compared to how sick I used to be, virtually all the time.
So... no need to be worried.