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The trade show was bad. The cold that followed is almost worse.
Gak. Cough. Snork. Sniffle!
Although I dressed for Saturday and Sunday, the ambient temperature of the trade show exhibit space never rose above 15 degrees C (about 60 degrees F). Another artist at the site had a miserable earache by Sunday morning; my illness at least had the courtesy to hold off until Monday morning, when I woke up feeling like I'd inhaled/swallowed battery acid. I had to call in and cancel my first shift back at Ipsos-Reid in almost two and a half months, a fact about which I am NOT pleased in the least, and I was too sick even to work in the home studio.
It's a bit better today (at least my head doesn't feel like it's ready to fly apart every time I move), but ooh, my goodness, they are going to have to offer me a LOT of incentives if they want me to do that show next year. Right now I'm rather short on the milk of human kindness and/or charity.
On a positive note, the meeting with my psychiatrist today went well. It looks like I might be on his permanent patient roster (joy!) and he was kind enough to give me some sample meds, which will save me nearly $100 in the next month or so, money I could definitely put to better use in the food-and-transportation department.
Back to painting Girl Genius.
Gak. Cough. Snork. Sniffle!
Although I dressed for Saturday and Sunday, the ambient temperature of the trade show exhibit space never rose above 15 degrees C (about 60 degrees F). Another artist at the site had a miserable earache by Sunday morning; my illness at least had the courtesy to hold off until Monday morning, when I woke up feeling like I'd inhaled/swallowed battery acid. I had to call in and cancel my first shift back at Ipsos-Reid in almost two and a half months, a fact about which I am NOT pleased in the least, and I was too sick even to work in the home studio.
It's a bit better today (at least my head doesn't feel like it's ready to fly apart every time I move), but ooh, my goodness, they are going to have to offer me a LOT of incentives if they want me to do that show next year. Right now I'm rather short on the milk of human kindness and/or charity.
On a positive note, the meeting with my psychiatrist today went well. It looks like I might be on his permanent patient roster (joy!) and he was kind enough to give me some sample meds, which will save me nearly $100 in the next month or so, money I could definitely put to better use in the food-and-transportation department.
Back to painting Girl Genius.
Ugh!!
::Hugs:: Feel better lovie, I'll send Ragga over to chew contendedly on your feet...he's had his shots, and it's surprisingly therapudic...
~~Ruby