Tag: illness
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How the European heatwave fucked me up
I've been somewhat-offline for the last few days, after a heatwave lead to a heat illness lead to an opportunistic infection lead to me lying in bed and groaning. But I'm getting back to normal, slowly.
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Food divided by Distance
In the kind of dream that only happens when I'm ill, I invented an app that would track both your location and your food consumption, and report to social media your journey progress as a proportion of your remaining meal.
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I reimplemented Al Sweigart's "Pipe Swap" scrolling-ASCII-art in plain-text-over-HTTP by exploiting the HTTP
Refreshheader:https://textplain.blog/scroll-art-viewer/pipe-swap
This was a stupid idea, but it was about the level of code sophistication that my illness-brainfog can handle today.
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After most of four days spent primarily in bed with what's probably a norovirus infection (or something like it), this afternoon I got up and went outside. 🎉
It felt like a huge achievement, even if I ran back in to the warmth the very second that the dog I was supervising had finished her business.
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A white man stands outside a white house, looking cold. His hands are buried in the pockets of his checked pyjama bottoms, and his upper half is wrapped tightly in a Tumblr-branded grey jumper. Various childrens toys litter the garden around him.
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Using WordPress internally at Automattic as a productivity tool is great... until you have to call in sick three days in a row and Jetpack treats your "streak" as an "achievement"! 😅
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Two 'Jetpack' notifications on an Android phone, both at 08:07. The first reads: 'Dan Q posted on Marketplace Engineering: AFK for itsdang -26Feb25'. The second reads: 'New achievement: You're on a 3-day streak on Marketplace Engineering!'
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Third day of being ill with what's probably a winter vomiting bug, with one child home sick from school... and just having had to collect the other kid who started throwing up on his school trip... I finally got back to my bed and picked up the next book on my pile, Becky Chambers' A Psalm for the Willd-Built.
The opening page reads: "For anybody who could use a break."
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Printed serifed text reading: 'For anybody who could use a break.'
Yes. Yes, please.
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Don't remember the last time I felt so run-down. I've been unwell since Sunday with an illness I can only assume I caught from the 11-year-old, who's been unable to keep food down for several days.
In my case, though, I've mostly been full of muscular aches and cramps, ocassionally fits of shivers, and strange dizziness.
I've spent the last day and a bit mostly drifting in and out of sleep, where I've had the weirdest dreams. I just woke from one where I was lost in a sprawling hotel, looking for my room which was number 317 or possibly 305, I couldn't remember. The signage didn't make sense to me and I couldn't read it, and found myself wandering around a sprawling resort, with hot air balloon services connecting different parts. At one point I found myself lost in a library whose winding shelves formed a Escherian maze, and a small child watched me with suspicion as I fumbled around for an exit.
In a disturbing dream from yesterday afternoon, I was lying in a desert of cold sand as the wind gradually piled up more and more sand against me. At first I felt fascinated, thinking I'd learned something about how dunes form, until I discovered that I wasn't able to move. I gradually sunk deeper and deeper underground, in pain except when I lay very still and let it take me, until eventually I started to become the very sand that I was disappearing into. I felt flakes of myself break away and become part of the desert, unable to resist the change nor reconstruct myself, resigned to my fate.
I'm in less pain so far this morning than yesterday, so I think I'm recovering, but man this has been an unpleasant ride. Whatever I'm infected with: do not recommend, would not contract again, one out of five.
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This evening I pushed against my illness-addled brain to try to sit in on the fortnightly Zoom call with the Three Rings dev team. Unfortunately it seems like the primary symptom of my cold is an inability to string words together.
At one point, I apologised to by colleague "Beff" (I meant "Bev", but I had just been talking about "Geoff") that I couldn't work out how to stop "scaring my screen" (well, I suppose Halloween is coming up...). Then, realising my mistake, explained that it was a bit of a "ting-twister".
I should just go to bed, right?
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Calm after the storm
Rosie, who like me never even considered taking Automattic's alignment offer, writes about her experience of this week's meetup.
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I'm back home from Mexico (and feeling a little worse for wear), where this young lady wanted to let me know that I was sorely missed.
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Dan, lying on a sofa under a brown blanket, on top of which is a contented-looking French Bulldog.
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Not the Isle of Man
Ruth and I celebrated our anniversary this week by going to the Isle of Man. Except we never got there and instead Ruth lost her job and I got sick.
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Geohashing expedition 2023-07-27 51 -1
Ruth dropped the dog and I off for a walk to a hashpoint while she collected some shopping.
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Sisyphus: The Board Game (Digital Edition)
I implemented a terrible digital version of a truly stupid board game idea. My excuse is illness, I guess?
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Covid Brain
After keeping it at bay for years, Dan finally catches Covid and it makes his brain go wonky.
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Where Do New Viruses Come From?
Watch a 10-minute primer on where "new viruses" come from; see if you know the basics.