prid cometh before a fall....
Feb. 8th, 2011 11:10 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ifeelbetterSo I was being all vainglorious and whatnot last week when I boasted about having class during the snowapalooza and nothing going wrong...and then the fall, the fall that they always tell you cometh after the pride business, that fall...happened.
That's me last week, when I was all vainglorious. I'm all like What up, snow? You don't scare me! and all proud of my matching hat and scarf. I'm cold but I am weighed down by hubris.
Next:
I caught a flu like a flu has not bee caught this many a year. I am a Victorianist so trust me when I say I was sick like a Victorian lady in a novel--I swooned, I hallucinated, I clutched at sheets...yet not at any single point did it occur to me that I could stop the alarm clock from ringing in my ear every morning by turning it off. I mean, right, you need higher cognitive functioning to make that kind of logical leap. That...I did not have. If you can't tell, I stole blankets from everywhere and wrapped them all around me until I was a mutli-colored zombie.
Then:
The lowest point of the past week was when I swooned in the shower from the effort of taking a shower. I mean. I don't like the brag or whatever but I often carry in all the groceries at the same time just to show off. [<--is a wimp] But showering. I had to take a break halfway through. Like. On the floor of the shower. I had to have a timeout...from a shower.
Also I lied in the drawing...my bathrobe is not an exciting shade of yellow. I just wish it was.
And I was supposed to teach yesterday (only a workshop, thank bejeezus) but I was still passing out every five seconds...so I managed to hold a conversation over text that went a lot like this:
Friend: So do you want me to teach for you?
Me: *starts typing* Yes, and my room number izzzzz....
Friend: Hello?
*an hour later, I wake up....right before she has to be in the classroom.
Me: The room number! I has it!
Friend: I got it. It's all cool.
Me: *already sleeping again*
So that is my exciting tale of sickness, as told in cartoons.
PS - The title of this entry is an obscure reference to Terry Pratchett...Colon and Nobby have a conversation while waiting for a dude painting the name of a ship ("The Pride of Ankh Morporkh") to notice he forgot the "e" in "pride."
That's me last week, when I was all vainglorious. I'm all like What up, snow? You don't scare me! and all proud of my matching hat and scarf. I'm cold but I am weighed down by hubris.
Next:
I caught a flu like a flu has not bee caught this many a year. I am a Victorianist so trust me when I say I was sick like a Victorian lady in a novel--I swooned, I hallucinated, I clutched at sheets...yet not at any single point did it occur to me that I could stop the alarm clock from ringing in my ear every morning by turning it off. I mean, right, you need higher cognitive functioning to make that kind of logical leap. That...I did not have. If you can't tell, I stole blankets from everywhere and wrapped them all around me until I was a mutli-colored zombie.
Then:
The lowest point of the past week was when I swooned in the shower from the effort of taking a shower. I mean. I don't like the brag or whatever but I often carry in all the groceries at the same time just to show off. [<--is a wimp] But showering. I had to take a break halfway through. Like. On the floor of the shower. I had to have a timeout...from a shower.
Also I lied in the drawing...my bathrobe is not an exciting shade of yellow. I just wish it was.
And I was supposed to teach yesterday (only a workshop, thank bejeezus) but I was still passing out every five seconds...so I managed to hold a conversation over text that went a lot like this:
Friend: So do you want me to teach for you?
Me: *starts typing* Yes, and my room number izzzzz....
Friend: Hello?
*an hour later, I wake up....right before she has to be in the classroom.
Me: The room number! I has it!
Friend: I got it. It's all cool.
Me: *already sleeping again*
So that is my exciting tale of sickness, as told in cartoons.
PS - The title of this entry is an obscure reference to Terry Pratchett...Colon and Nobby have a conversation while waiting for a dude painting the name of a ship ("The Pride of Ankh Morporkh") to notice he forgot the "e" in "pride."
