“Since her death in 1979, the woman who discovered what the universe is made of has not so much as received a memorial plaque. Her newspaper obituaries do not mention her greatest discovery. […] Every high school student knows that Isaac Newton discovered gravity, that Charles Darwin discovered evolution, and that Albert Einstein discovered the relativity of time. But when it comes to the composition of our universe, the textbooks simply say that the most abundant atom in the universe is hydrogen. And no one ever wonders how we know.”
~ Jeremy Knowles
Cecilia Payne-Gaposchkin, a truly extraordinary woman. (Thanks, J!)
I’ve been sick. Really sick. I don’t get sick. When I get sick I’m usually about to lose a spare body part I’m not currently using like an appendix, uterus or gall bladder. Or I’ll have a migraine or my stomach will act up but I haven’t had a cold or bronchitis in years. I think my sister is in shock. She gets a cold once or twice a year and I blithely sail on by.
I know that what ever hell this is at least it’s a virus and not caused by bacteria. I know that because due to a certain hereditary disease I’m on a antibiotic for the rest of my life so nothing gets through that it can wipe out. And a miserable virus it is.
I have been reliably informed that I look like crap by my co-workers and I think I fall in the at category my grandmother called “death warmed over”.
My sister kind of freaked out on Monday when she came upstairs and i was passed out sleeping and the cat was sitting by my head staring at me. She said the cat looked worried.
I thoroughly sick of being sick. I’m tired of coughing my lungs up in chunks the sandpapered throat and the breathing is optional portion of this ick. I’ve hauled out the camphor, eucalyptus, menthol remedies. The hot jello, the chicken soup, the hot tea and every other thing I can think of.
It started last Wednesday and has only gotten worse. IT CAN STOP NOW!
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