Jan 17, 2007 02:27
I've spent the entirety of the new year sick as a dog. Seriously. I woke up with it on New Year's Day. At first, I thought it was a slight hangover - I had done a bit of drinking on New Year's eve, and I had gone to bed at like 5am, so no problem. I felt a little off. No big deal. But the next day... Christ. I wanted to die. And I had to work, too. As it turns out, I caught the cold that went around work, and it's settled into my chest, giving me a nagging, dry cough that I can't seem to rid myself of. Argh. I pulled a muscle in my side from coughing too hard, so I finally ended up calling my doctor. So now I have this nasty-ass cough syrup with codeine that I got via prescription, and still, I have the cough as well. BLAH. This is a hell of a way to start off the year, I have to say. Hacking up my spleen. Mmm mmm good.
Okay, so I'm done bitching now.