Spiralling downwards
Feb. 3rd, 2016 08:10 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sawylDespite not starting at 6am, like some of the others, today — actually I'm shamelessly retconning this from the weekend — was a real slog. I sat in with the rest of the gang as they ran through a CLE update, with the usual range of unexpected glitches.
As the day wore on, I felt increasingly tired and unwell. By the time we'd reached what should've been the end, I realised that I was very febrile and my body temperature was skyrocketing. But just as I'd accepted that and was working to put my post-upgrade tunings in prior to going home, we discovered an particular unfortunate oversight that required an extra hour of work; something I managed to do despite feeling worse by the second.
With the work finally done, I managed to catch the bus home, snuggling into my down jacket as if conditions were arctic and not unexpected warm for the time of year. When I got back, I texted my sister who advice her standard aggressive cocktail of antipyretics, and collapsed into bed, all the while dreading the morrow...
As the day wore on, I felt increasingly tired and unwell. By the time we'd reached what should've been the end, I realised that I was very febrile and my body temperature was skyrocketing. But just as I'd accepted that and was working to put my post-upgrade tunings in prior to going home, we discovered an particular unfortunate oversight that required an extra hour of work; something I managed to do despite feeling worse by the second.
With the work finally done, I managed to catch the bus home, snuggling into my down jacket as if conditions were arctic and not unexpected warm for the time of year. When I got back, I texted my sister who advice her standard aggressive cocktail of antipyretics, and collapsed into bed, all the while dreading the morrow...
