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Screw Convalescence When You Can Welcome a National Newspaper Photographer Into Your Home Instead
Friday, August 21, 2009 Yesterday, I was trying to concentrate on this new doll I'm making, but I couldn't get my mind to focus on making more than two or three consecutive stitches. I kept going into no-thought mode with a side of falling asleep. I thought it was a need-for-caffeine issue until I caught myself drooling on my own shirt. My caffeine needs, although serious and long-standing, are not so dire as to keep me from being able to swallow my own spit, so I knew something was up.
I am horrible at recognizing when I'm sick. I'm one of those people who will chastise myself for being unproductive when really I have pneumonia so bad that even my hearing is fading. True story.
This time, though, I decided to go to the mediclinic, which was a good idea, because my glands were gargantuan and my head ached from what felt like an excess of brain fluid. The doctor sent me for strep throat and mononucleosis tests at a nearby clinic, where a friendly phlebotomist tapped my arm for two vials of blood, and I picked up a prescription for antibiotics, because, although he could not see into my head through any of my external cavities due to excessive internal swelling, he figured that I've got a pretty good sinus infection going.
I might have strep throat! Or maybe the dread kissing disease! Watch out, Palinode!
So, I had this idea that I would spend the day languishing in bed, hand cast across my forehead, but I did not foresee what today would actually hold, which has turned out to be a telephone interview with a national newspaper, The Globe and Mail, and a date with one of their photographers in our apartment.
I don't know how well you know me, but this is crazy making. I am not good at the domestic arts thing. I dust, maybe, on an annual basis. I've never washed our windows. I organize things in piles on tables, chairs, the sofa, and on top of other piles.
And then there's that bit about me having my picture taken. Ever noticed how much my face is not on this website? The photographer is going to shoot me so that I'm still obscured, but, still, he's going to be LOOKING at me through a CAMERA.
And I'm going to handle all this just fine, I'm sure, because I will be doped up on antibiotics and pain medication.
What do you think of this mask?
Reader Comments (19)
The Globe and Mail? Woo-hoo! Let 'em take a photo of you already. We all know what you look like by now. We like how you look.
Giggling at the glasses behind the mask.
You'll be fantastic.
The mask is lovely, but you're more beautiful than it, by far.
The mask is a good compromise. My husband was so feverish his hands were shaking too hard to use a computer mouse.
Your cleaning style rivals my own, so I say embrace it and make all of us domestic undivas proud! And flaunt your gorgeous mug, already!
Aw, you're adorable. Take a deep breath, smile and say cheese!!
The Globe sent a photographer to my house this winter. It was a blast. The kids really hammed it up for the photographer.
I was interviewed for the same article.
But they didn't offer to send a photog to my house this time.
Because I am no Schmutzie.
I love the mask, and completely understand why it may be necessary, regardless of how beautiful you are. And I know how beautiful you are, so ...um...nice mask! I particularly dig the mischievous little grin and the fact that I never knew your eyes were that particular shade of awesome.
I think your eyes are lovely.
I can't wait to read the article!
Show your pretty face! And the Cats!
I think you sound perfect. Come live with Mr. Curry and I and we can play hide and go seek behind our stacks of books. We need a new roomate.
Sympathies- I'm rocking the cement-filled sinuses, too.
The mask photo's groovy! I say wear a series of quirky masks of hats tipped down over your face:) Best wishes!
wow. i didn't know you had feathers. i can see why they make you, y'know, shy about being different & all...but they're really very pretty. ;)
as for the Globe, i'm simultaneously drooling with envy and gagging in horror at the idea of a photographer showing up to catch me with my dustbunnies.
when does the article go to print?
Bon, I think the article is in print this weekend, like maybe today, but I'm not sure.
Searching for you and your adorable haircut in The Globe and The Mail but no luck yet. Looking forward to it! Congratulations!
this is very exciting! i say keep your no face photo rule in place b/c it's part of the mystique of schmutzie.
can't wait to read the article, you are more than deserving of some national attention i say.
hope you're feeling betta.
The Mystique of Schmutzie. I like it! And the mask is beautiful.
Love your mask. You made me laugh about the domestic arts, because that's what I'm like. I am trying to break out of the messy habit but its too much of a hard nut to crack as my internal dialogue is why should I spend my whole life cleaning?
Saw the online article about anonymity and found it interesting. Mail me.
Melfie, I tried to find your e-mail address somewhere, but I couldn't find one. I'd mail you if I could!