DX ('Tis My Distraught Face)
I'm ill. Really very ill.
I can't get out of bed because my muscles hurt too much, my nose is completely blocked so I can't breathe, it feels like I've been gargling with gravel, I can't hear, my ears keep popping (VERY PAINFULLY) and I've coughed so many times there's blood in it.
No, it's not pleasant.
On the happy side, I spent the day with my mum yesterday, shopping. She's such a wonderful person to shop with, although I do need to steer her away from the occasional garment that would suit someone maybe half her age. But I have shoes, jeans and pretty underwear (see, mum? I fucking TOLD you I wasn't a B-cup!). Such things make me happy.
But as it is, I'm tucked up in bed with a Lemsip, avoiding the horrible artificial strawberry strepsils and wincing in pain each time I yawn.
I can has sympatheiz n hug nao plz, Y/Y?
I can't get out of bed because my muscles hurt too much, my nose is completely blocked so I can't breathe, it feels like I've been gargling with gravel, I can't hear, my ears keep popping (VERY PAINFULLY) and I've coughed so many times there's blood in it.
No, it's not pleasant.
On the happy side, I spent the day with my mum yesterday, shopping. She's such a wonderful person to shop with, although I do need to steer her away from the occasional garment that would suit someone maybe half her age. But I have shoes, jeans and pretty underwear (see, mum? I fucking TOLD you I wasn't a B-cup!). Such things make me happy.
But as it is, I'm tucked up in bed with a Lemsip, avoiding the horrible artificial strawberry strepsils and wincing in pain each time I yawn.
I can has sympatheiz n hug nao plz, Y/Y?