Plague--day five *warning for MASSIVE whining*

[linden_jay]

I am so fucking sick, oh my god. This time, next week, I am going to be on a plane that's just minutes from landing in British Columbia. I'm not done packing, haven't even started cleaning, and I can barely lift my arms. This... death flu, or whatever the hell it is has completely drained me of energy, and I've got the strength of a wee little kitten. I can make it from the bedroom to bathroom to computer, even though I end up breathless and almost panting just from making that short of a trip, and I have to lean on the damned walls to make it there without falling over. I can't taste anything and I'm not at all hungry, so I'm having to force myself to eat. I'm sleeping 10-12 hours at a time, and I still feel exhausted.

If I had the energy required to pull it off, I have a feeling I'd be in a full-blown panic attack about how little time is left until we move and how much is left to get done, and the fact that I can't DO anything. I mean, I really actually can't. I've tried. I can't stand up without getting exhausted and dizzy and having to go sit down again. I can't lift anything that weighs more than my CAT (and just the little one that's about six pounds, not the bigger one that's ten pounds). Just taking a shower yesterday put me out of commission for about half the day. This just... gah, this just SUCKS. I don't have time for this right now, and I'm frustrated and annoyed and I feel GROSS and I want my mommy.

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[linden-jay.livejournal.com]

I want packing fairies! Why don't they exist!

I'm not so much worried about pneumonia, but there's always a real threat of bronchitis. I might have dodged the bullet, but if I'm still sick when I get to BC, I'll have to go to the doctor.

MWAH you--miss you!