I spent Thursday's snowstorm at ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
adrian_turtle's; it was reasonably cozy and we had pot roast for supper, a good meal for that kind of day. When my mother asked on the phone Friday morning how I'd gotten there, I said "by bus, before the snow got bad."
Getting there was fine, but I seem not to have taken sufficient precautions against the cold on the trip home. (It was close to freezing when I was out on Thursday, and something like -12 C when I was waiting for the bus, and walking the couple of blocks at this end, on Friday afternoon.) I thought I had—breathe either through my nose or, if I need or want to take a deep breath through my mouth, inhale through my gloved hand [or other fabric).
A few hours after I got home, I was coughing some, and noticed an ache in my chest in a place that feels like the bottom of my lungs. This suggests I aggravated old lung damage (from going out in weather that turned much worse in the short time I was out), which I hoped had healed more than it seems to have. I think I am going to skip my political activist meeting for this evening, and that it would be imprudent to go to a rally/vigil for immigrants tomorrow morning.
I have been outside, because we needed more stuff from the supermarket than![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
cattitude can reasonably carry, but now that I'm home again, I don't even want to get out of this chair.
I am waiting until six o'clock to decide about this evening (that gives me time either to get there, or to tell the organizer I can't make it before the meeting starts). Regardless of that, I am taking a break from marching in the streets at least until Tuesday, and probably until after Boskone.
ETA: I emailed the organizer of this evening's meeting at about 5:30 to tell her I wouldn't be able to make it.
adrian_turtle's; it was reasonably cozy and we had pot roast for supper, a good meal for that kind of day. When my mother asked on the phone Friday morning how I'd gotten there, I said "by bus, before the snow got bad." Getting there was fine, but I seem not to have taken sufficient precautions against the cold on the trip home. (It was close to freezing when I was out on Thursday, and something like -12 C when I was waiting for the bus, and walking the couple of blocks at this end, on Friday afternoon.) I thought I had—breathe either through my nose or, if I need or want to take a deep breath through my mouth, inhale through my gloved hand [or other fabric).
A few hours after I got home, I was coughing some, and noticed an ache in my chest in a place that feels like the bottom of my lungs. This suggests I aggravated old lung damage (from going out in weather that turned much worse in the short time I was out), which I hoped had healed more than it seems to have. I think I am going to skip my political activist meeting for this evening, and that it would be imprudent to go to a rally/vigil for immigrants tomorrow morning.
I have been outside, because we needed more stuff from the supermarket than
cattitude can reasonably carry, but now that I'm home again, I don't even want to get out of this chair.I am waiting until six o'clock to decide about this evening (that gives me time either to get there, or to tell the organizer I can't make it before the meeting starts). Regardless of that, I am taking a break from marching in the streets at least until Tuesday, and probably until after Boskone.
ETA: I emailed the organizer of this evening's meeting at about 5:30 to tell her I wouldn't be able to make it.
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