Sick and tired of being...sick
For the past few days, I have been sick. As I only get sick, really sick, about once a year (and around this time too) I guess it was about time. But I HATE being sick. As does everyone I know (with the exception of my aunt Riki, but she has a few screws loose so she doesn't count), but I hate how I can't do anything. All I feel I can do i lie in bed and cough. Blech. Although I do learn some things while lying in said bed.
One weird thing that happened is that I found that I'm allergic to something in Day/Night Quill. How it first came to me is that I found myself talking to my hands. Like, really talking. Apparently this drug, whatever it is, has the same effect on me as acid would for you. Fun, right? @_#
Another thing I learned is that my parents are awesome. I was supposed to go over last night and have dinner with them, but as I was still loopy from whatever and I didn't want to pass this to them, I decided not to go. I had sent an email and Jacob had called on my behalf (since I've lost my voice) with no word from either of them. No big deal, I thought. They're busy. Then, low and behold, there was a knock at Jacob's door at 5:15. It was my parents, laden with all sorts of sick supplies (everything from chicken soup to cough syrup to menthalatom). And they brought over "The Tiger Blanket" which is what we always cuddled up with in my family if we were sick. It was a very happy surprise. : )
On that happier note, I'm going to go. Watch a movie or something. Maybe make some hot chocolate? Sounds a little appealing.
One weird thing that happened is that I found that I'm allergic to something in Day/Night Quill. How it first came to me is that I found myself talking to my hands. Like, really talking. Apparently this drug, whatever it is, has the same effect on me as acid would for you. Fun, right? @_#
Another thing I learned is that my parents are awesome. I was supposed to go over last night and have dinner with them, but as I was still loopy from whatever and I didn't want to pass this to them, I decided not to go. I had sent an email and Jacob had called on my behalf (since I've lost my voice) with no word from either of them. No big deal, I thought. They're busy. Then, low and behold, there was a knock at Jacob's door at 5:15. It was my parents, laden with all sorts of sick supplies (everything from chicken soup to cough syrup to menthalatom). And they brought over "The Tiger Blanket" which is what we always cuddled up with in my family if we were sick. It was a very happy surprise. : )
On that happier note, I'm going to go. Watch a movie or something. Maybe make some hot chocolate? Sounds a little appealing.