(no subject)

At that strange point in the ick journey where I don't know what's going on. Not brain fog or anything like that, but like I woke up, was fine until I was on the way back from the bathroom and started coughing like a fiend. Fun. Hate this part in the illness, but whatever. Coughed some more, then had the totally rational fear that I was gonna wind up with pink eye AGAIN because my right eye was watery, so I had to get up and wash it off (out?) and then wound up staying awake. I came down here after a couple of hours, fully intending to watch another Christmas movie, but now I'm feeling kinda sleepy so maybe I'll go to sleep instead. I tried stretching out the time between meds again to see how it went and it was okay, I think, but we'll know more later, I suppose.


It is entirely possible I am, in fact, delusional and none of this is anything more than gibberish.

eta:
fucking pink eye!