Seanan McGuire (seanan_mcguire) wrote,
Seanan McGuire
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Too sick to die: please show mercy.

I am currently too sick to die. I picked up a cold in Minnesota, which slammed down on me hard enough and fast enough that I thought it might be strep (it's not strep). I currently have a bone-rattling cough, so much snot in my head that I think my brain may be liquefying, and a general sense of full-body malaise.

This is where you come in.

Please, please, do not prod at me for the next few days unless you have something that absolutely will not wait. Let me rest and recover, because this is slaughtering me, and I have a book release next week, which means I need to rest more than I can say.

Thank you.
Tags: illness, medical fu, shameless plea, utterly exhausted
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{sprays essential oil disinfectant everywhere]

Hugs. Cats. Tea. No replies to any of us needed.

Sleep and get well soon!

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Add cinnamon and nutmeg for extra health kick.

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Oy, I remember (and do not miss) Midwest crud. Though the CA crud doesn't seem to be much better - recurrent bronchitis is circling my social group. But man, that cold dry weather seems to bring out some nasty bugs, or at least it did in IA.
I was at the con, and I'm hoping that my incessant hand-washing will keep the germs away. Of course, I got back home and discovered that half my office was out sick with strep. (I'd rather the strep, honestly; it's over faster.)

Wishing Seanan all the comfy cats and fast healing.
*offers hugs and tea* Seems to be the season. Bronchitis has hit my social group like a hammer. If it helps, the Mark Reads YW comments has spawned a lot of feels over your books as well, and I convinced someone to read Rolling in the Deep! I hope you feel better soon!
Yep, the symptoms you're describing describe a recent supercold going around to a T. I got it last week after a con in MD, and I am STILL dealing with excess yuck. I hope you get plenty of rest. Sleep + broth (and lots of both!) were crucial to me being able to brain again after four or five days. Feel better!
*gentle head-petting*
Cheering on your immine system: "Get it in gear or I break out the pom-poms, and none of us wants to see that."
That sounds like the cold I have. I have so much empathy.

*passes tissues and a hot compress*
Aw, sending you all the get-well wishes! I hope you have a speedy recovery.
Wishes of good health.
Good luck and I hope you get well soon!
Recover soonest, dear Seanan. <3 I found this for the stuffy head and hope it helps.

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Please rest and snuggle cats, and drink tea with honey.
Good wishes and delicious hot tea! Rest well.
Seanan, Dear

words: © 2008 John C. Bunnell
music: © 2006 Seanan McGuire (“Oh, Michelle”)

Seanan dear, let’s be clear, when you speak of plagues and zombies
We’ve been taking it as given that you’d be immune!
Seanan dear, listen here, “Living dead” is not an option;
We insist that you get better really soon!

Understand, we don’t object at all to having you infect
The whole rest of the convention with an apocalyptic strain
That you’ve devised for turning random non-adherents to your fandom
Into rabid Seanan-groupies, all else emptied from their brains.

But we were sure you’d take more care when spreading germs into the air
To overwhelm the standard pathogens like mono, staph, and strep;
We took for granted you’d refine a plague of elegant design
And that “inject oneself with antidote” would be your starting step.

Seanan, dear, let’s be clear....

We approve of your ambition, in true mad-scientist tradition,
And we’ll support your every scheme to unleash creepy-crawly dread,
But world conquest’s only cool if you are still around to rule--
You can’t command your zombie legions if you’ve turned yourself undead.

And though you’re well supplied with courage, we feel we really must discourage
The very thought, howe’er alluring, of testing serums on yourself;
We know you dream of purple speckles, but think of Narbon, Phibes, and Jekyll--
This is why Honeydew has Beaker; you simply need a guinea elf!

Seanan, dear, let’s be clear....

But enough of remonstration; let us show our dedication,
For we hate to see you suffer (even when it makes us laugh);
So just point us at the source of your malaise, and with remorse-
Less glee we’ll beat it down until it’s merely subatomic chaff.

In the meantime, at this juncture, chicken soup or acupuncture,
Or biotics pro- and anti-, merely ask and we’ll arrange,
We consider it essential that you’re back at full potential,
‘Cause without you life is normal, and we much prefer the strange!

Seanan, dear, let’s be clear.... (x2)


Notes:
Permission cheerfully granted for non-commercial performance (including but not limited to singing it to actual Seanans); if someone makes a recording of any such, I'd enjoy hearing the results.

Mention of Dr. Helen Narbon (see hyperlink above) does not imply endorsement by any persons, real or imaginary, associated with Narbonic Labs.
This is super awesome!!
Feel better soon, Seanan! I know the cold you speak of and it is vile indeed! *hands you a mountain of cats, tea, good luck charms and a box to shut out the world*
You got attacked by the bacteria and virus? Oh, those poor poor things! They don´t know you like we do. You will strangle them, throw them out, then kill them, revive them, humiliate them and THEN put them into a book.

:-) Hope you´re better soon!