as small as a world and as large as alone

1:23pm August 18, 2014

I’m tired.  Really tired.  I think it’s the continuing lung infection, combined with the… ahem… intestinal effects of the antibiotics.  It’s hard to stay hydrated under the circumstances but I’m working on it.  I’m snuggling with my plush stomach because it’s a much better and cuter stomach than the one inside me.

I’d probably be less tired if I could find my oxygen cannula, too, but I’m too tired to get up and look for it.  I’m not in any danger of suffocating, or I’d get up and look anyway, but my oxygen level is probably in the uncomfortable-but-not-dangerous zone judging from how I feel.

I just sort of feel like collapsing into a puddle somewhere.  Failing that as a possibility, I’m not quite sure what to do with myself.

I do have a crochet project I want to work on, but the yarn is tangled and untangling it feels too much like work.  I’ll have to wait until the evening person gets here, he’s good at helping me untangle crap.  It’s annoying the way skeins of yarn come in ways where you have to roll them into a ball before you can do anything with them.  And that takes forever and if you roll it wrong it gets tangled and that’s a mess, and that’s what has happened.

This will be my first project using an alpaca blend, though, so it should be fun.

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