Malaise
Malaise –noun
1. a condition of general bodily weakness or discomfort, often marking the onset of a disease.
2. a vague or unfocused feeling of mental uneasiness, lethargy, or discomfort.
I really don't know what the heck is up with me. I'm not sick enough to be sick but man, I am not "well" either. I'm not coughing, not feverish (though I guess I wouldn't swear to that), a little sore and achy with a headache that comes roaring back when I get too active, low appetite, and fatigue. Sleeping about 6 hours a night and yet feel crushing fatigue. Pramas stayed home with it yesterday and Kate came home from school and told me she fell asleep in class near the end of the day today because she wasn't feeling well (and she goes to a sweet and gentle hippie school where she didn't get in trouble for it). This has got to STOP.
Beacon Hill had some solid frost this morning but no snow and Kate's school was not disrupted at all. Pramas was trying to get out of the house a little early but didn't get out early enough to make the earlier bus. He called from the bus stop to let me know he'd forgotten his keys. I had to go out to the post office anyway (with something like six bins of mail orders going out) so I suggested that he come back, get his keys, and catch a ride with me. It's a bit out of my way to go all the way to Queen Anne but it turns his hour-long commute into something closer to 15 minutes. Usually.
Turns out Queen Anne had more than just the hard frost that hit Beacon Hill. They had actual snow and ice all over. We got off the highway and onto the arterial street leading to Queen Anne proper and sat, and sat, and sat. Inched forward a bit and sat some more. Finally things were moving and we came around the corner to see the cross street at the crazy 6-way stop was closed in two directions and there was a three (or more) car pile-up involving vehicles that had slid down sideways and into parked cars. Ouch. Then we got ourselves stuck behind first a garbage truck and then a pick-up that couldn't make it across an icy bridge. There wasn't even a slope there, just ice on the bridge and no traction. Finally made it to Flying Lab and dropped Chris off but I decided I was going to let the sun do its work on the ice before trying the return trip off the hill. Spent about an hour curled up in a cozy chair by the fireplace at the Queen Anne Tully's and by the time I left the hill everything was clear. No more ice or traffic, hooray.
Wat I thought was going to be about an hour of running errands ended up taking all morning and when I finished up I was feeling the creeping malaise on me again. It was a good day for being out on errands (cold, clear, sunny) but once was enough for me. Maybe I'll give it another shot tomorrow.
1. a condition of general bodily weakness or discomfort, often marking the onset of a disease.
2. a vague or unfocused feeling of mental uneasiness, lethargy, or discomfort.
I really don't know what the heck is up with me. I'm not sick enough to be sick but man, I am not "well" either. I'm not coughing, not feverish (though I guess I wouldn't swear to that), a little sore and achy with a headache that comes roaring back when I get too active, low appetite, and fatigue. Sleeping about 6 hours a night and yet feel crushing fatigue. Pramas stayed home with it yesterday and Kate came home from school and told me she fell asleep in class near the end of the day today because she wasn't feeling well (and she goes to a sweet and gentle hippie school where she didn't get in trouble for it). This has got to STOP.
Beacon Hill had some solid frost this morning but no snow and Kate's school was not disrupted at all. Pramas was trying to get out of the house a little early but didn't get out early enough to make the earlier bus. He called from the bus stop to let me know he'd forgotten his keys. I had to go out to the post office anyway (with something like six bins of mail orders going out) so I suggested that he come back, get his keys, and catch a ride with me. It's a bit out of my way to go all the way to Queen Anne but it turns his hour-long commute into something closer to 15 minutes. Usually.
Turns out Queen Anne had more than just the hard frost that hit Beacon Hill. They had actual snow and ice all over. We got off the highway and onto the arterial street leading to Queen Anne proper and sat, and sat, and sat. Inched forward a bit and sat some more. Finally things were moving and we came around the corner to see the cross street at the crazy 6-way stop was closed in two directions and there was a three (or more) car pile-up involving vehicles that had slid down sideways and into parked cars. Ouch. Then we got ourselves stuck behind first a garbage truck and then a pick-up that couldn't make it across an icy bridge. There wasn't even a slope there, just ice on the bridge and no traction. Finally made it to Flying Lab and dropped Chris off but I decided I was going to let the sun do its work on the ice before trying the return trip off the hill. Spent about an hour curled up in a cozy chair by the fireplace at the Queen Anne Tully's and by the time I left the hill everything was clear. No more ice or traffic, hooray.
Wat I thought was going to be about an hour of running errands ended up taking all morning and when I finished up I was feeling the creeping malaise on me again. It was a good day for being out on errands (cold, clear, sunny) but once was enough for me. Maybe I'll give it another shot tomorrow.
