for the week of 02/07/16. Sun, 1/31/16. The sound is not the sound.
I was again feeling better today, with no fever or headache and much less
fatigue. I still have
a cough, but I guess all the other stuff was from some weird bacterial
thing because the antibiotics seem to be working. After taking it easy
this morning, we all went to this Stockhausen thing at the Cite de la
Musique, where they had a concert for kids and adults by 3 performers from
the Paris Philharmonic, followed by
workshops where the kids got to try out and experiment with instruments,
and another sort of concert just played by an old man on his laptop. Max
and Gemma were bored at that point and Max asked if the man was real or
fake, which cracked up Jean and me especially because we weren't 100% sure
what the answer was. Everything was very French, meaning silent, serious,
and much less playful than it sounded like it would be. For instance, in
the workshop, out of like 20 kids playing instruments, there were exactly
3 who played without their parents basically grabbing their hands and
showing them how to play "correctly". Two of those kids were Max and
Gemma. We let them go to town on their little mini harps. The concert on
the computer was very strange and somber, with a voice, maybe
Stockhausen's, talking about his philosophy on composition, and stating at
one point that he realized "the sound is not the sound". I shouldn't
denegrade it; what he was saying actually made a lot of sense and he went
on to talk about relative sounds and things like that, but it does give a
sense of the tone, which was maybe not ideal for 5 year olds though the
event was advertised to be for all ages. Anyway, we had a good time and
now afterwards I'm pretty exhausted, so I'm very curious if I'm really
over this sickness or not. I don't have fever or headache though, and it
could just be the outing and maybe the antiobiotics making me a little
tired, so I'm still optimistic.
Today I went to the doctor. It went great, was very empty with practically
no waiting, and the doctor seemed like she was inclined to just tell me to
take advil and cough syrup and see if it goes away, but fortunately I told
her this is the worst thing I've ever had, and also she checked my throat
and asked if it hurt. I said no, and she said "Really? It's completely
red." It genuinely doesn't hurt at all though. Anyway I think that made
her take this a little more seriously and she prescribed antibiotics,
which I'm on now. This morning, Max was asking about our new
diet where we only give them something sugary to eat once a week each. Max
said, "So, we don't get any treat tomorrow because of the French
Revolution?" Jean was puzzled, and said "Why the French Revolution?" She
guessed maybe Max had learned about the line "Let them eat cake",
misattributed to Marie Antoinette, and so she asked him if it was what he
meant. Max replied, "No, like in January, we decided on our French
Revolution." Then Jean figured out he meant our New Years Resolution.
Update: I'm already feeling soooooo much better! I can't believe it. I
guess the anitbiotics worked. It's pretty miraculous. I have no fever, no
headache, I have an appetite again, and this incredible fatigue and
drowsiness I've had the past 5 days is suddenly completely gone. I still
have a cough, but whatev. I'm so excited to be well again! Score one for
going to the doctor.
While I was resting today, Jean gave Max and Gems this deck of yoga cards
shown above and they started playing war with them. There is something
deeply ironic about it.
Fri, 1/29/16. No better.
I took it very easy and forced myself to eat yesterday and today but still
feel the same as yesterday. I made an appointment with the doctor for
tomorrow at 12:45pm.
Thu, 1/28/16. Better.
I feel soooooo much better this morning, after advil and a cold wet towel
on my head last night which broke the fever. My cough even seems pretty
much gone. I still don't have much appetite and feel kind of weak, but I
have no fever and am definitely on the way better. Now I'm not sure if I
should go to the doctor or not.
Wed, 1/27/16. Really sick.
I think this is the sickest I've ever been. My fever got really high, and
I was sweating and couldn't even think straight. I have no appetite at
all and haven't eaten since Tue morning. My head is throbbing. I
think I'll go to the doctor tomorrow.
Fortunately Jean is taking care of the kids and doing everything because I
can't even get out of bed.
Tue, 1/26/16. Sick.
I got really sick tonight, with a fever, nausea and headache.
I actually felt fine in the morning and went with Jean to take the kids to
dance class, but afterwards I just couldn't get out of bed or do anything.
Mon, 1/25/16. Australian Open.
I'm still trying to get over this hacking cough I've had for the last 10
days or so, that has be coughing like Umpa. So today I just took it really
easy and watched the Australian Open as I saw my team of Ferrer, Raonic
and Monfils all win and make it to the quarterfinals, solidifying my spot
back in the A's. Jean and Dad's teams are also doing pretty well in the
A's. I went to the Asian market near us and stocked up on some things
there that are half the price of anywhere else, like peanut
butter, cashews, and rice. Max and Gems were in a great mood when we
picked them up today after school, but I guess were tired because each of
them quickly got in a terrible mood as soon as things didn't go exactly
their way. All it took for Gemma was Jean hugging Max before she hugged
Gemma. Anyway, they snapped out of it quickly. They are very used to their
nonsugar diet now and also are saying a very nice and loud bonjour to the
directrice of the school every morning, since we told them if they don't
do it then we won't bring their trotinettes when we pick them up.
for the week of 01/24/16.
for the Paris journal from 2015.