The one really good thing about being super-sensitive to drugs is that you can get away with taking way fewer meds than most people. The really bad thing about being super-sensitive to drugs is that you have to spend $30 on the non-drowsy allergy meds for a cold because the $8 cold meds will have you unconscious for eighteen hours and then waking ( Read more... )

Decongestants screw my head up something awful. :/

So, uh, yesterday's post-of-actual-content didn't happen. Sorry about that; I wound up crashing out early.

On the plus side, the upward trend of feeling better continues. If the rate of improvement stays steady I should feel legit healthy by Monday? Maybe?

Mostly I'm now annoyed at myself because I missed the talking_chess livestream/party. I was looking ( Read more... )

Being sick is unpleasant enough, but then you suck it up and go to the doctor despite still not having medical insurance thanks Republicans and they just tell you that there's nothing actually wrong with you, lol sorry, pay at the front desk.

Arrrgh.

Something I learned over the past two days: everyone has exactly the same sense of humor when confronted with someone who has lost their voice. "What was that? Speak up, I couldn't hear you." "Why are you giving me the cold shoulder?" "You know, you've been really quiet today." "If you don't want me to do [thing that clearly should not be done] ( Read more... )

So I have deathplague! Deathplague here being my generic name for any illness that makes me feel hellish. I have no idea what the actual name of whatever I have is, I just know that it's messing with my lungs and throat and things connected to my sinuses ( Read more... )

Ugh, Broadway, why do I love you when every year you find a new way to break my heart? Stop breaking my heart, Broadway. Stop it ( Read more... )

Coming down with a cold, booo, and it's making me grumpy and lazy. Please don't point out that it would be hard to make me lazier than I usually am. I hate transition seasons.

Um.

Anyway.

Yesterday's dental work went okay. No more traumatic than usual.

My new love affair with Bloody Bloody Andrew Jackson continues. Possibly I spent a ( Read more... )

I think my body not-so-secretly hates me.

(Translation: The jaw and cheek pain is baaaack. Just in time for my dentist's office to be closed for the weekend so I can't talk to anyone about it until Monday. SCORE. :|)

I hate you, body.

Headed up to the dentist for a root canal. D:

Think good thoughts for me?