martinemonster

It's amazing what just one hour more of sleep can do to my effectiveness and good mood at work. Today work is calm and nice, while yesterday it was a living nightmare. I love that I remembered that I still have a bottle of Cosylan. Now my dreams were fluffy and warm while I was comfortably sedated throughout the night, rather than coughing like crazy and sleepless.

Maybe I can even get well this way? *fingers crossed*

Well, I had been getting a cold for a while, and one could argue that the reason why it got massively worse was that I chose to go work out and continue stressing through the last days before the larp I´m attending, but I choose to believe that my body is punishing me for denying it chocolate. I´ll never happen again body, could you please make me well quickly so I can go to work tomorrow?

Luckily, sjokoladepiken is the nicest person in the entire world and covered for me, but I don´t really wanna make her do it again tomorrow. Not only because it´s the last day before my vacation and I kinda want to be there and fix everything before I go, but because she really needs a whole day to move and she gets the keys tonight. I don´t want to make her work on the one day she was going to move, especially not when she´s covering for me at work for a whole week.

Finally. After what I would describe as no less than blood sweat and tears, I've gotten my hands on, and copied, the last article on my curriculum: "Post-Cold War Histiography in Norway". After a month of waiting, I finally gave up and went to the National Library to look for it. Turns out they only had one copy and it had to be special ordered for me, which would take an extra day. But now, I have it! I only have one thing to say, and that is: This article better be bloody brilliant! After a month of trying to get my hands on it, I definitely have high expectations.

Oh, and in other news, I no longer have a voice. I can't talk to people, my throat is so sore. The lady at the doctor's office this morning had to ask me 4 times to repeat my name because she couldn't understand what I was hissing. People stare at me when I cough. I think I'll go home to my tea and blankets.

--Go to Google.com
--Click on Maps.
--Click on "get Directions".
--From New York
--To Oslo

--And read line # 23.

If you laugh, repost this.

It really is that funny!

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I'm at work, doing stuff, which makes me feel good. Too bad I'm really really sick and coughing. But I'm only here half the day and after that I can sleep through the weekend. I really really need to get well now. Anybody think they can help me? I'm willing to try anything from voodoo to christianity! I just want to be able to walk out in the lovely weather without coughing, and not be tired all the time...

This icon is called: angel spike

I just found out that Chiwetel Ejiofor (Okwe) plays the transvestite Lola in the movie Kinky boots. Wanna see it with me anyone? I IMDBed it: http://imdb.com/title/tt0434124/

In other news I just barfed in my hands at work. I thought I was just going to cough my lungs out, so I got ready for the upcoming pain, but no, I barfed all over my hands and the floor. Can you say nasty? okay so I know you totally didn’t need to know that, but I’m so ooged out I just needed to share. Feel sorry for me? I seem destined never to get well from this. Luckily I managed not to hit my favourite shoes, and to mostly keep my clothes clean. I’m a little tired of being tired all the time and ill, so I’m in a little need of hugs. I remember those days when barfing at work was a clear sign you should go home. I kinda miss those days…

To make myself feel better I’ve been memeing…

Your Pick Up Line Is

Are you from Tennessee? Because you're the only ten I see!

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I have yet to win against my body. In the battle of wills, my body is still the stronger of us (though probably just because I have this large amount of people, yeah, you know who you are, who keep telling me to listen to what my body is telling me), and thus, I am on sick leave. Again. she wrote this announcement from her office, where she's not supposed to be, but she promises to leave it soon

I'm sure you're all dying to know what's wrong with me, so here goes: I coughed so hard I might have fractured (though not broken) a rib, and ripped a few muscle tendons(?)muskelfester, jeg vet ikke hva det heter på engelsk. Hjelp meg noen?. The doctor gave me big, strong painkillers and a new prescription for the sweet juice of life, cosylan, and told me I might have Pertussis kikhoste, a decease I thought was extinct. Lucky me. So now they tested me for it, patted me on the back and told me to hope that wasn't it, 'cause then there's nothing to do but wait it out. Oh, and he took lots of tests and sent me to take more tests tomorrow. So no rest for the wicked, I guess. Now, I just have to figure out how I'm going to pay for my medication with my grand total of 0,04kr in my bank account (for the Americans among you I would like to translate, but you have no currency small enough).

So, I'm back baby dolls! And this time for real. I went to London, even though I was still sick, and came back even sicker, so I'm still not at work, but at least I'm in the country. London was bloody brilliant!

( Londontrip )

And so was my trip to London, so brilliant I don't think I could protray it in words at all. But the absolute high lights were the two shows: Avenue Q and Equus which I'll recommend to anyone. I'll even go back to London to see them again, they were so great!

When I got to work today, I found out that I'd been outed. That is, when I discreetly left the meeting yesterday to cough I coughed and barfed loudly enough that they could hear it all the way in to the meeting. So today, first, one of the girls went over to me and said: "You're going to the doctor's. Call him today. You have no choice." and, having just lost my entire breakfast, I had to grudgingly agree. Then, my boss came over to me to have a talk. It went something along these lines: "Martine, we're very glad to have you here and think you're a great asset. And it's very good that you want to be here working, but go to the doctor's now." So I went to the doctor's. Of course I had to say it didn't I? I had to mention the p-word. I've gotten pnemonia. The doctor seemed unconvinced that I would kick it in less than a week, and suggested I call him if I needed more time off next week.

Know what that means? I'll be on antibiotics and probably sick on the premiere of Equus!! This is a time for mind over matter. I'm getting well now. So there! Everybody please help me get well, okay? I'm opting for anything. Got a weird stone that will make me well if I wear it close to my heart? I'll wear it. Got a weird mixture made of anything at all? I'll drink it. I'm going to get well by next Wednesday so please do whatever you can to help! 45hasle already has as he is getting me cosylan (sweet sweet drug of mine) and antibiotics. Good man!

I've been sick for about two weeks now, and the flu has yet to leave me. This Friday I'm travelling to Bergen to play a concert. What should I do?

[Poll #912269]

On Friday I said that I kinda hoped I’d get sick just so I could use my fantastically cool Barney is sick icon *points at icon*, but now I regret ever saying it. I refuse to be sick! I refuse to stay home! Instead, I’m totally dizzy and slow at work with a light headache and my bloody lungs in my hands! I’m in fact coughed them all up and are about to suffocate for lack of air. I hate this! When I breathe I get this brrrrr-sound inside my lungs and I have to cough. I’m so tired. But I will prevail. I mean, when I’m sick I just stop being sick and concentrate on being awesome instead!

In other news, this weekend was, despite the brewing cold, awesome! Marie Antoinette was brilliant, afterwards me and [Bad username or site: ”aj_stalin” @ livejournal.com] aj_stalin had to go home to change into something we could be caught dead in, and then we barely made the last subway back down to town (unfortunately after I’d told a friend of mine, Sissel, that we’d gone home and thus that she should stop waiting for us to come out). We thought we were the only ones going out, it being Friday and people being slobs, but when we got to Boylove, there were the old gang. And I mean the old, old gang! Natasha, Rein, Rein, Elin Marius’ sister, Lars Erik and his friends, Annette and her Mikael, Annette’s ex Marius, and not to mention millsnill and misfortuna. Greatness ensued of course and I had a great night!

Saturday was spent in Holmestrand with my parents, and that was when the sickness really kicked in. I tried all the good old tricks: loads of clothes, warm tea, painkillers and no smoking, but alas, it would not give up and I’m still stuck with it. Anyways, that didn’t stop us from celebrating my brother’s 27th birthday an age which apparently terrifies him with loads of goodies. On Sunday I went back to Oslo to play Mage with Eivind, Silje and Martin, which was also awesome.

details of the session ( ”here” )
A short question before I ramble on: Why, oh why, are there so many Supernatural slash fics with Dean/Sam as a pairing? How can there be so many people out there who’d like to read about two brothers getting it on? I mean, it’s oogie! I shun it and yet there must be a lot of people not shunning it since there are a lot of people writing it…Someone enlighten me?

Also:

( ”musicmeme” )