Posts Tagged With: Cold

Colds, Christmas, and Bookish Gifts


One of these days I’m going to get around to a real, meaty post about bookish stuff.  I am deathly ill with the cold that’s been going around the office this month.  I was one of the last to get it, and I was thinking that my usual routine of Nyquil and insane amounts of hydration would see me through better than some.  Not so much.  I’ve been floored for 3 days now, and I still sound like I have a clothespin on my nose.

I’ve been consoling myself with Christmas.  Brian and I got the tree up last weekend, actually managed to put Christmas lights on our house, and bought a new angel for the tree.  She’s made of shell, and she lights up.  The pregnant angel – one of mysterious origin who had her little china hands centered over a mysterious bulge in her dress – is no more.  I’ve also been reading a bunch of Christmas-themed romance novels.  Which, frankly, have been terrible.  I don’t know what I was expecting, but certainly something better than I got.  The recommended ones seem to be mostly anthologies of short stories, of which I’m not as much of a fan.  Any recommendations?  Send them my way, please!  I am still throwing off the tired from this cold, so I’m sure I’ll be snuggled up in bed often over the next few days.

Nanowrimo went well-ish.  I won by all official measures (50,000 new words in November), but I didn’t finish the novel.  I’m back to editing other things, although I’m sure Easterbay will become an actual, edited thing someday.

In the meantime, I thought I might put up links so some of my favorite bookish stores for your perusing pleasure.  If you have a bookworm you’re shopping for, but are afraid that they probably already have any books you might consider getting for them, all of these are good options.

Out of Print Clothing:  Between my “American Gods” shirt and my “Little Prince” shirt, I practically live in this stuff on the weekends.  So soft!  I’ve been drooling over their tote bags, too.  You can’t help but love a place that sells a nice Holden Caulfield hat as a necklace, or lets you light things on fire with your “Fahrenheit 451” matchbook.

Sainted Writers:  Who doesn’t need a saint candle to burn to your favorite writer?  I need the Saint Neil Gaiman one STAT!  But we also bought Saint Stephen King for an old professor of my husband’s, and it comes complete with hilarious prayer on the back.

Literary Emporium:  Pretty literary quotes with matching baubles, magic notebooks, and other fancy stuff.  They even have cufflinks for the male variety of bookworm.

Other things to consider are bookplate stamps, funky bookmarks, and Moleskine notebooks.  Those are all things I’d drool over.

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Tesseract Pearls


I have been a very sick kid the last week and a half now.  It started with me just feeling a little under the weather, and then I had a work event full of insanity lasting two nights long.  I barely ate and spent the night running around in the cold in a cocktail dress.  Then, I spent the next four days in bed.  I am clearly not in my twenties any longer.  That is what I told Brian as I groaned in agony on the pile of laundry next to the bed because I didn’t have enough strength to get in again after going to the bathroom.

I have a thing about doctors.  I refuse to go unless I’m certain that I’m outright dying and about to leave Brian with a sad legacy of horrific sink dishes and student loan debt.  I explain this so that when I say I went to the doctor, you know how bad I was feeling.  I needn’t have bothered.  They basically called me a drama queen and sent me home with a medication called “Tessalon Pearls” to help with the coughing.

“You work, so I’ll have to prescribe you something that doesn’t make you drowsy,” said the doctor.

“Thank you,” I said.

I picked up the bottle from the pharmacist and it said “Warning: may cause drowsiness.  Do not drive or operate heavy machinery until you know how this medication will affect you.” Oh the irony.  Luckily, it doesn’t make me drowsy.  The doctor knew what he was doing after all.

I took the bottle home.  They look like really tiny oil capsules.

“They prescribed me something called ‘Tessalon Pearls,’” I told Brian.

“So basically you’re telling me that your lungs are non-stick now?”

“Yes,” I said.

“No, see I was being funny,” Brian explained.  “Your line is: ‘it’s Tessalon, not Teflon.’”

“But yours is so much better,” I said.  “Let’s pretend my lungs are non-stick.  Either that or we can call them ‘Tessaract Pearls.’”

“What is a Tesseract?”

“It’s from A Wrinkle In Time.  In fact, a Tesseract is a wrinkle in time, a jump.  This means that I was just proscribed time travel pills.  Let’s go with that.  MUCH better than non-stick.”

“Uh… sure,” said Brian.

So basically, this post is to say that if you need me, I’ll be fighting dinosaurs on a spaceship far in the future.  You know, until the pills run out.

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