still alive

bare-bones basic update:

no longer sick as a dog. got bullied into a doctor visit, have nice antibiotics. they only make me a *little* nauseous. if still coughing a lot by week's end, a nice new chest x-ray. shouldn't be a problem, since i'm not coughing much at all lately.

did, however, get behind while trying to rest. have about 50 lines of bwf to translate, type, and send after class tonight. have another 50 due by friday morning. need to prep a lost horizon lesson plan, grade 20 papers, write significant portions of the 30 page paper due right after thanksgiving. would like to clean my apt before i leave.

who designed life so that you get punished for trying to recuperate? i can only suppose i'd have been punished worse for plowing on ahead and not resting. sigh.

need to get my laundry out, fold it, eat a packet of oatmeal, run to campus, read a few articles and a chapter, attend class, finish translating, type and send the whole mess, come home, lesson plan, sleep eat breakfast, shower, dress, come back to campus, teach, translate more bwf, work, go home, finish translating again, sleep. yuck. i almost liked it better when i was sick and not aware of all the crap on my plate.

love and peace