January 5, 2000
Being housebound by the flu (or whatever this is) has been a bit inconvenient, but I've managed to work around it to some degree. I have, in fact, been able to get out just enough to do the essentials - the bank, the post office, minor errands.
But I haven't been to the grocery store as often as I'd like, and my supplies of comfort food have been gradually depleted. I can work around not having a muffin in the morning, as long as I don't run out of bread for toast. I managed to consume my entire stockpile of the only two things I know how to cook, pasta and boneless-skinless-chicken-breasts. I have long since run out of salad mix and yogurt. The freezer still has croissant pockets and garden burgers, but those just haven't appealed to my reduced appetite (which is likely why they're still there).
And I haven't been to a movie since… since… well, a long time. I haven't seen Man on the Moon, or The Green Mile, or Galaxy Quest. I haven't even seen Toy Story 2 yet! Of course, I still haven't seen Being John Malkovich or Boys Don't Cry, which came out way before I had a good excuse, so there's something of a hollow quality to my complaint. I made a resolution to myself a few months ago to get to a movie once a week, even if I had to go by myself. I managed to do that exactly once, when I saw The Blair Witch Project. Now that I can't get out, all those wasted weeks come back to haunt me like - well, you know.
It also shows why I didn't make any new year's resolutions.
Worst of all, I haven't been able to make my daily walk to the post office and back. This was the extent of my exercise regimen, and while it wasn't a strenuous workout by any stretch, it helped keep my tired old body from sagging any more than it already did. Breathing nothing but my own stale air for so long can't be good for the lungs, and watching out the window as healthy young joggers dash by isn't good for the disposition. I could march out the door and down the street, but I think I'll wait until I'm sure I can make it at least to the first bus stop bench.
My copier got fixed today! Of course, as I reminded Bruce, two other times he's left me with a working machine, only to have it stop working some time before the next day. But he doesn't think that's going to happen this time, and I'm in just a sunny enough mood to believe him. Still, I'm making all the copies I can tonight, just in case.
I had a dizzy spell about one this afternoon and thought I was getting sicker until I realized I hadn't eaten anything all day. I used to do that a lot. I'd just get going on a project and not even think about stopping. I guess I can't do it any more. A couple of pieces of toast later I was fine. Well, except for the sore throat, which keeps hanging on.
On the off chance that I did have the flu, I took my temperature today. I couldn't get it to go over 98°. Either I need a new thermometer or I've become a vampire. (Buffy, stake me!) So many people are worse off than me that I feel like a piker complaining. So I don't complain, I just state the facts and let it go at that. I have a sore throat, but please don't feel sorry for me. No really, don't.