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A lost day.
Jan. 13th, 2011 08:55 amYesterday I got a visit from Ensign Wheatbiscuit. A bad one. Little bugger welded the Solid Waste Disposal Shunt wide open then set off several bombs along the pipes. Let's just say that after five freaking hours, I was exhausted, dizzy, and cold as hell. (Dropping that much mass, plus the inevitable blood loss, equals one cold penguin.)
Crawled into bed fully dressed and tried to get some sleep. Failed miserably. I was achy and had a terrific headache. I think I lay there half awake for six hours with my brain just buzzing. Not thinking, not dreaming, just a full, pounding head. It wasn't until 2230 that I finally felt stable enough to get up and drink some Gatorade before going back to bed to finally sleep. And after spending close to 12 hours in bed, I still slept through to about 0600.
Still a bit shaky, but obviously over the worst of it.
I hate my body.
Crawled into bed fully dressed and tried to get some sleep. Failed miserably. I was achy and had a terrific headache. I think I lay there half awake for six hours with my brain just buzzing. Not thinking, not dreaming, just a full, pounding head. It wasn't until 2230 that I finally felt stable enough to get up and drink some Gatorade before going back to bed to finally sleep. And after spending close to 12 hours in bed, I still slept through to about 0600.
Still a bit shaky, but obviously over the worst of it.
I hate my body.
