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Ever so slightly better. I actually slept last night (my respiratory system has resumed functioning at a horizontal), after a nicely martyred evening.
Susan did come and see the first half of the Chorale concert, and she probably heard mama (though I was inaudible in all but the very softest places, and then I had popping and crackling issues). Being forcibly restricted from singing, not by philosophical or conventional means but by my very physical capacity, is one of the most terrible tortures I have ever endured, including having my toenail torn off and my foot stepped on by a horse while fighting congested nausea, learning of a teacher's death, and being unable to help a friend who is in such a bad way he doesn't even realize it. So forgive me if was a little curt at intermission and when we went to my house to get some things that might improve my condition. At least I got to tell Karim how mad I was that I missed him in studio. It was a small consolation that he said not to worry about it and there'd be other times.
From home, mama dropped us off at Will Rice, where Susan and I encountered Bryce and Melanie almost immediately, and so sat with them in the front row right by Tom (who played the cameo Solicitor that night). I tried not to breathe too much, and the show was just as funny as it was the night before, with the added bonus of Tom. Afterwards, the cast came billowing out from backstage and got duly congratulated.
Bryce, Melanie, Susan and I walked back to my house to give Susan a ride home, and then to my dorm where we attempted to use some pizza coupons. I registered for campusfood Domino's delivery instead, since the coupon places weren't open. While Bryce and Melanie were gone (back to Will Rice for Bryce's jacket he'd left), the phone rang for the pizza, and lo, I ran into Stephan, Ben and Lynn as they were on their way to the same entrance for their own pizza.
We all ended up in the living room of my suite, misery precluding my participation in the pizzaness, and Martha (suitemate) and Teddy (frequent inhabitant of living room) learned everybody's name and used my phone to call their crush.
I don't know why, and I hate to be such a whiner, but despite the highly entertaining actual events of the night, it was miserable. I wasn't in _that_ much physical pain, but the cumulative effects of illness's tarnishings on my day were enough to make me stick my nose in the steam from a scalding cup of tea and cry myself to... inability to breathe, from which I eventually recovered enough to sleep.
All this, however, is behind me. Today I feel marginally better. Maybe I will get some food and see if I can start in on the mountain of homework and review due Monday. Or maybe Nabil will drop by and I won't do any.
Susan did come and see the first half of the Chorale concert, and she probably heard mama (though I was inaudible in all but the very softest places, and then I had popping and crackling issues). Being forcibly restricted from singing, not by philosophical or conventional means but by my very physical capacity, is one of the most terrible tortures I have ever endured, including having my toenail torn off and my foot stepped on by a horse while fighting congested nausea, learning of a teacher's death, and being unable to help a friend who is in such a bad way he doesn't even realize it. So forgive me if was a little curt at intermission and when we went to my house to get some things that might improve my condition. At least I got to tell Karim how mad I was that I missed him in studio. It was a small consolation that he said not to worry about it and there'd be other times.
From home, mama dropped us off at Will Rice, where Susan and I encountered Bryce and Melanie almost immediately, and so sat with them in the front row right by Tom (who played the cameo Solicitor that night). I tried not to breathe too much, and the show was just as funny as it was the night before, with the added bonus of Tom. Afterwards, the cast came billowing out from backstage and got duly congratulated.
Bryce, Melanie, Susan and I walked back to my house to give Susan a ride home, and then to my dorm where we attempted to use some pizza coupons. I registered for campusfood Domino's delivery instead, since the coupon places weren't open. While Bryce and Melanie were gone (back to Will Rice for Bryce's jacket he'd left), the phone rang for the pizza, and lo, I ran into Stephan, Ben and Lynn as they were on their way to the same entrance for their own pizza.
We all ended up in the living room of my suite, misery precluding my participation in the pizzaness, and Martha (suitemate) and Teddy (frequent inhabitant of living room) learned everybody's name and used my phone to call their crush.
I don't know why, and I hate to be such a whiner, but despite the highly entertaining actual events of the night, it was miserable. I wasn't in _that_ much physical pain, but the cumulative effects of illness's tarnishings on my day were enough to make me stick my nose in the steam from a scalding cup of tea and cry myself to... inability to breathe, from which I eventually recovered enough to sleep.
All this, however, is behind me. Today I feel marginally better. Maybe I will get some food and see if I can start in on the mountain of homework and review due Monday. Or maybe Nabil will drop by and I won't do any.
