Feh.
Being sick bites. So far today, I've had two bottles of water, three vitamin C tabs and a bowl of chicken soup mixed with Herb*Ox magical pink powdered chickens, and I still feel lousy. My usual efforts to avoid DDP when ill are leaving me cranky and groggy.
(Magical pink chickens = Herb*Ox chicken soup mix with garlic, vitamin C, zinc and echinacea. The stuff tastes foul, and generally if you're sick enough to drink it without gagging, you're sick enough to really need it. I mix it with real soup because while that may result in a salty, gooey mess, it makes it at least vaguely edible.)
I know that being sick the day after a convention just makes the post-con crash worse, but I came home unhappy and ill, and just got worse. So now I am whining. Whine whine whine.
Whine.
(Magical pink chickens = Herb*Ox chicken soup mix with garlic, vitamin C, zinc and echinacea. The stuff tastes foul, and generally if you're sick enough to drink it without gagging, you're sick enough to really need it. I mix it with real soup because while that may result in a salty, gooey mess, it makes it at least vaguely edible.)
I know that being sick the day after a convention just makes the post-con crash worse, but I came home unhappy and ill, and just got worse. So now I am whining. Whine whine whine.
Whine.