R&R

As I’ve mentioned, I have been sick for the entire spring break. Last night, exactly one week since the onset of the plague that has preventing me from shopping, grading, and writing a paper using critical discourse analysis, the disease staged a new and ingenious front: nausea and vomiting.

Yes. On top of the sinus pressure, the green mucus, the on-again-off-again fever, and the general exhaustion and misery, I now spend my nights sprawled on the bathroom floor praying for mercy and my days sipping water and staving off dizzy spells.

I discussed my deterioration with a sympathetic doctor today, and she suggested antibiotics and no more ibuprofen. If the vertigo continues, she says, I’ll need to be seen.