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Jan. 7th, 2010 12:21 pmGuess who spent the last two days sick as hell?
Any takers? Anyone at all? Oh yeah, that's right. That would be me. I spent Tuesday coming down with what I think was a sinus infection because it began life the same way my last sinus infection did. A little annoying tickle that then snowballed. Only this... got mean. The last infection I worked through. This one kicked my ass to the degree that I was fine when I woke up, an hour later the tickle appeared, and when I woke up a little after one in the afternoon, my throat was on FIRE. FIRE I say.
It then switched sides and got worse. Fire and feeling like a cat had shredded my throat plus fun colored mucus and really, that's saying too much. So Dad calls me out but I have to call them back because something didn't make sense. I do, and apparently I sound like death, but at that exact moment I'm thinking I'm coming down on the end of this sickness and I'll be FINE.
I watch Star Trek finally, and I kind of missed half of it because I was out of it, but what I did catch is that Scotty is awesome. So, really, I missed nothing, right? Then my idiotic self decided to take a shower. Apparently the only thing keeping me together was the germs. Around 6:30 or so, maybe earlier actually, I get violently ill. Like, massively. For a second I was freaked out and then I remembered, oh. Dayquil. Gooooooootcha. (Don't overthink that.)
And so I spent yesterday basically throwing up everything I ate or drank. The only thing I managed to keep down was the cherry drink from Bojangles. What're the odds?
Today I feel better though I cannot hear or taste or smell a damn thing. Now, if my laundry would finish, I could go get some sleep.
Any takers? Anyone at all? Oh yeah, that's right. That would be me. I spent Tuesday coming down with what I think was a sinus infection because it began life the same way my last sinus infection did. A little annoying tickle that then snowballed. Only this... got mean. The last infection I worked through. This one kicked my ass to the degree that I was fine when I woke up, an hour later the tickle appeared, and when I woke up a little after one in the afternoon, my throat was on FIRE. FIRE I say.
It then switched sides and got worse. Fire and feeling like a cat had shredded my throat plus fun colored mucus and really, that's saying too much. So Dad calls me out but I have to call them back because something didn't make sense. I do, and apparently I sound like death, but at that exact moment I'm thinking I'm coming down on the end of this sickness and I'll be FINE.
I watch Star Trek finally, and I kind of missed half of it because I was out of it, but what I did catch is that Scotty is awesome. So, really, I missed nothing, right? Then my idiotic self decided to take a shower. Apparently the only thing keeping me together was the germs. Around 6:30 or so, maybe earlier actually, I get violently ill. Like, massively. For a second I was freaked out and then I remembered, oh. Dayquil. Gooooooootcha. (Don't overthink that.)
And so I spent yesterday basically throwing up everything I ate or drank. The only thing I managed to keep down was the cherry drink from Bojangles. What're the odds?
Today I feel better though I cannot hear or taste or smell a damn thing. Now, if my laundry would finish, I could go get some sleep.