Ick, ick, ick.

[mrissa]

Not going back down to the con today. Not going anywhere. I have my brain back but am dizzy and awful. Managed 2/3 bowl of mushy oatmeal before I had to stop because it hurt just plain too much. Further caloric plans for the day: honey in my tea; juice; egg drop soup; strawberry ice cream.

None of you get this, all right?

Comments

[copperwise.livejournal.com]

*hugs and warm blanky thoughts*

[desperance.livejournal.com]

Promise, not going to get that. It sounds awful. I'm so sorry you're sick. Was trying to think of another way to introduce calories painlessly, but you seem to have covered the basics. (My kid sister broke her jaw in three places when she was 18, going face-first over her pushbike handles when the front wheel came off; they had to wire her jaws together to make the bones fit right, and for three months she lived off whatever she could suck up through a straw. Different causes, but more or less the same effect. Liquidised mince, I remember, but that would be hard to organise in a hotel; otherwise, I think she mostly subsisted on Angel Delight. But then, she was 18, and this was 1980...)

[mrissa.livejournal.com]

I can see where you were thinking the hotel came into things, but the good part of this is that Minicon is in town, so I am home, in my own bed/on my own sofa/etc.

I am terrified to ask what liquidized mince and Angel Delight are, but I'm asking anyway.

[desperance.livejournal.com]

Ah, right; sorry, I was confused by the con concept (cons universally happen Somewhere Else, y'know?). Still, if you're being ill, better to do it at home.

Liquidised mince: that would be ground beef to you, I guess, put through a blender to get rid of any texture at all. Angel Delight was the dessert that defined the '70s: it came in a sachet, a powder that you mixed into milk, which then coagulated into a sort of frothy mass - closer to whipped cream than custard. It came in various flavours, or at least colours, and the different varieties tasted appropriately pink or brown or whatever. Retrospectively, it was vile; actually I'm not sure I liked it even at the time, but happily my kid sister did.

[mrissa.livejournal.com]

I feared that was what liquidized mince was. I am not enough of a meat fan in general to be willing to eat it in that form; the very thought makes me a little nauseated. As for Angel Delight -- err. I think I'm glad I mostly missed the '70s, then. The only '70s Dessert thing I can remember is carob chips, and that only because people's moms were still sometimes using them in the early '80s, when I was in preschool.

[madmanatw.livejournal.com]

Ugh. Recover soon, eh?

[athenais.livejournal.com]

Oh, that's such rotten timing. My sympathies.

[skylarker.livejournal.com]

Sorry to hear it. :(

[aszanoni.livejournal.com]

Not fair! you got con crud at the start of con. BAD universe!!!

Want you to feel better yesterday. Failing yesterday, now.

If the throat tea was Traditional Medicinal, they make good tisanes. Am using Breathe Easy for Steve's cold and that and Throat Coat for roomie Heather. They both have horrid colds. Gypsy Cold Care is also good.

All three kinds kept me from annual spring & fall laryngitis before I moved out here. Just have to persuade Steve to use regularly - but he's against using OTC medicine too. Prefers to tough it out.

Thinking about you, M'ris.

-hugs-

- Chica

[von-krag.livejournal.com]

Whanh! I really wanted to hear your reading but fell asleep and missed it. I NEED more space opera yah know...

[mrissa.livejournal.com]

The reading was fantasy, not space opera, so you would have crabbed at me anyway.

[pameladean]

Agh, I'm so sorry.

Not planning to get the crud, no. Am interested in whether they will let me bring my Zicam onto the plane (a batch of individually packaged Q-tips surrounded by zinc gluconate in a gel form) or whether I'll have to buy more when I get where I'm going.

Cally gave me a ride. I hope you weren't worrying about that at all, but thought I'd mention it.

P.

[mrissa.livejournal.com]

Of course I was, but I did what I could in terms of having markgritter leave a message on dd_b's phone, and then dd_b did let me know on e-mail that you'd gotten home all right. So.

Q-tips are harmless! They should let you have Q-tips! I mean, maybe they're deadly anthrax Q-tips, but no one should tell them that!

mrr

[suzanne.livejournal.com]

I hope you (and your voice) feel better soon.

Hmm. I almost sent that as "eel better soon" I wonder what that means. I can't come up with anything interesting, though Brooks suggests that "eeling" may be like fishing, except trying to catch eels. I'm still not certain what that means.

Re: mrr

[timprov.livejournal.com]

mrissa doesn't get eaten by eels at this time.

Re: mrr

[mrissa.livejournal.com]

Thank you. She looked concerned.

[papersky.livejournal.com]

Oh you poor thing!

Get well soon. I would suggest beef tea, which people always drink in Trollope when feeling unwell, but I have no idea what it is.

[mrissa.livejournal.com]

That's probably just as well, because this way we can both pretend it's something nice.