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the ick strikes again
Dec. 15th, 2024 03:38 amI appear to have caught the ick. Not The Ick or even the Ick but a lowercase ick. I do not like it. I knew my time was numbered because I almost always get sick around this time of year and it doesn't help that people like to fucking cough in my fucking face because everyone knows retail workers aren't people. Why in the year 2024 are we still LICKING our fingers and counting out money? Why are people still coming INTO THE STORE, sick as fuck, and shopping when they could just do curbside? And also, if you're sick as shit and you have the choice between cash and card, choose card. I get not everyone has the choice, which is why I phrased it that way, but if you do, don't pass your nasty ass germs over to everyone in creation. There's only so much hand sanitizer in the world!
Anyway. I have the ick and I'm not sure what it is. I'm also fairly certain I'm only up and moving because I'm currently on just the right combo of meds to feel human. I say this because when I run more than half an hour off schedule, I feel and sound like crap. It possibly started with a thousand sneezes or my sinuses trying to kill me, but when I definitely knew I was up a creek was when I had these tiny little coughs. My addled brain keeps thinking of them as butterfly coughs and I don't know why. Maybe because they're small and dainty, as far as coughs go, and can either be singles or in a quick flurry. I dunno. I'm sick. But nothing else aside from the sinus pain, which honestly could've been because it's been falling down to 30 overnight.
Friday the cough kicked up a notch and I could just feel crud building up in my lungs and my mouth got that weird thing that happens when you're getting sick and the symptoms are creeping up faster than you can keep up with. It's hard to explain but I bet you know it when you've got it. Annnnnnnnnd then I woke up Saturday evening and the cough had kicked up to hacking up a lung and the contents thereof. EW. I took my meds, played one of my games and had a really good run, then had dinner and realized food helped a little but not enough to go to work. So I called out, then had to text out. I'd feel bad but the relief at not having to go in was so intense that I pretty much fell asleep immediately after. That or the meds fully kicked in. Whatever.
Woke up at midnight feeling better but fully knowing it's because of the coctail. Woo. Behind on my SVH read-along, so gonna work on that in a bit. I started earlier in the week and then Libby reminded me I had a book I needed to finish and then the ick happened. Not enough time!
Here's hoping people like their 3am purchased gifts.
Anyway. I have the ick and I'm not sure what it is. I'm also fairly certain I'm only up and moving because I'm currently on just the right combo of meds to feel human. I say this because when I run more than half an hour off schedule, I feel and sound like crap. It possibly started with a thousand sneezes or my sinuses trying to kill me, but when I definitely knew I was up a creek was when I had these tiny little coughs. My addled brain keeps thinking of them as butterfly coughs and I don't know why. Maybe because they're small and dainty, as far as coughs go, and can either be singles or in a quick flurry. I dunno. I'm sick. But nothing else aside from the sinus pain, which honestly could've been because it's been falling down to 30 overnight.
Friday the cough kicked up a notch and I could just feel crud building up in my lungs and my mouth got that weird thing that happens when you're getting sick and the symptoms are creeping up faster than you can keep up with. It's hard to explain but I bet you know it when you've got it. Annnnnnnnnd then I woke up Saturday evening and the cough had kicked up to hacking up a lung and the contents thereof. EW. I took my meds, played one of my games and had a really good run, then had dinner and realized food helped a little but not enough to go to work. So I called out, then had to text out. I'd feel bad but the relief at not having to go in was so intense that I pretty much fell asleep immediately after. That or the meds fully kicked in. Whatever.
Woke up at midnight feeling better but fully knowing it's because of the coctail. Woo. Behind on my SVH read-along, so gonna work on that in a bit. I started earlier in the week and then Libby reminded me I had a book I needed to finish and then the ick happened. Not enough time!
Here's hoping people like their 3am purchased gifts.