Tuesday 15 March 2005

Pic of the day: The handy handheld cheese grater is my weapon of choice these days.

Whine & cheese

This will be whiny and gross. Because there isn't much other remarkable about the day. I keep playing Sims 2 University much of the day. But not enough to wring out a new game entry. Not that you haven't got enough of those lately. OK, onward to gross. There is really no need to read this unless this turns out to be my last entry or some such, in which case I was probably wrong anyway.

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I'm still home from work sick. Actually I'm less sick than before, which is good. But I'm not sure that I'm actually healing. It is more like, in the long run you can't shit more than you eat. And I don't eat much at all now. I drank some chicken buillon and in the afternoon I cooked fruit soup, 8 dl which will last for about a day. No bread or other hard stuff.

Cheese, though. There is still cheese, which I grate with the handy handheld cheese grater to maximize the surface before I eat it. This way it almost melts in the mouth, releasing the full impact of its cheesy taste. Cheese is good. Although I should have stored it in the cold room from the beginning, but it is not bad yet. Very enjoyable.

Then again, by now almost anything edible looks very attractive and catches my eyes. I suspect this is how women have it. I think they instinctively look at food much the same way men instinctively look at women. Of course, rational thought interferes in most sober grown-ups, as does character building (if any), but I mean at the most basic level.

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I have definitely some bacterial infection in my throat, nose and mouth. It's touching the sinuses, but haven't lead to the painful clogged sinus infection with headaches. Still, penicillin would probably have hit the spot right now, bringing this to an unpleasant end instead of the continuing unpleasantness now. But this is Norway, you can't just drop by your doctor and get a prescription. Unless there's a good chance of dying, you have to wait some weeks to see a doctor. I guess I could sign up now, but unless I take a turn for the much worse, I am very likely to be fully recovered before my turn comes.

Meanwhile, my limited days of paid sick leave are dripping by, one by one. I don't mind really. At least most of the time I can still play Sims 2, so the day is not totally wasted. Well, that's a question of perspective. But in the long run, as John Maynard Keynes said, we are all dead. Then again, in the really long run, perhaps not. But that is not something we can test at this point, and I certainly don't volunteer to try.