Bedrest blows. Can’t do squat. Can’t walk. Can’t really talk. Blech. The only thing making it tolerable at the moment is season 2 of HBO’s Rome. Good stuff. Useful for my mind, too, since Four Shards has many of the same characters.
Not a little “flu” bug. No no. The real, bonafide Influenzavirus, type A. So that’s why I feel so horrid. The doctor actually laughed a bit, saying the diagnosis was pretty easy since there weren’t many respiratory problems that could make a person look as bad as I do. Gee, …
Can’t move. Can’t think. Can’t hardly breathe. And the gorram doctor — I actually broke down and called a professional — can’t see me until tomorrow morning. I thought about going to the ER — it really feels like that — but without a bullet in my gut I’d probably …
It seems my plague has returned. I spent a good chunk of the day with the shakes, a nagging tickling cough, and a deep core body ache. Yippee. It’s becoming clear that the only thing that will get me better is rest, something I generally refuse to submit to on …
Dealing with distances in Ancient Rome is tough. Their measurement system isn’t the same as ours, and will anyone know what I mean if I refer to something by cubits or millaria? Likely not. The hardest thing to this point has been reporting the distance between two ships (this in …