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So.
This is only caused by one of three things that I can think of.
1. Being on that goddamn plane for 8 1/2 hours with parents who brought sick as dogs children.
2. Three years are up and it's time for my health to get its ass kicked by something nasty (Read: if this turns into bronchitis/pneumonia? I am not going to be happy.)
3. My stress levels officially beat my normally fantastic immune system into the ground and are sitting on top of its unconscious corpse doing the "neener neener neener" dance.
Either way?
I am unamused by the congested head that feels like someone's trying to pop it like a massive pus filled zit, the aches that have decided to settle permanently into my joints and back, the oh so lovely buckets of snot I'm blowing out (read: I am not doing the 'save the trees' thing), and the ever so wonderful feeling of having an elephant sitting on your chest and worrying about whether or not the next time you get into a coughing fit you'll either hack up a bloody piece of lung or will pop said lung with a rib spear to it.
There go any chances of writing anything today. *sigh* Hoping the Advil Cold/Flu capsules kick into gear soon, I would like to be feeling better naow instead of dreading the "you will spend the remainder of your holiday in Portland sicker than a dog with a Jungle Juice hangover" that threatens to kick my ass even now.
And yes, I have seen a dog sick on Jungle Juice.
It's not a pretty sight.
This is only caused by one of three things that I can think of.
1. Being on that goddamn plane for 8 1/2 hours with parents who brought sick as dogs children.
2. Three years are up and it's time for my health to get its ass kicked by something nasty (Read: if this turns into bronchitis/pneumonia? I am not going to be happy.)
3. My stress levels officially beat my normally fantastic immune system into the ground and are sitting on top of its unconscious corpse doing the "neener neener neener" dance.
Either way?
I am unamused by the congested head that feels like someone's trying to pop it like a massive pus filled zit, the aches that have decided to settle permanently into my joints and back, the oh so lovely buckets of snot I'm blowing out (read: I am not doing the 'save the trees' thing), and the ever so wonderful feeling of having an elephant sitting on your chest and worrying about whether or not the next time you get into a coughing fit you'll either hack up a bloody piece of lung or will pop said lung with a rib spear to it.
There go any chances of writing anything today. *sigh* Hoping the Advil Cold/Flu capsules kick into gear soon, I would like to be feeling better naow instead of dreading the "you will spend the remainder of your holiday in Portland sicker than a dog with a Jungle Juice hangover" that threatens to kick my ass even now.
And yes, I have seen a dog sick on Jungle Juice.
It's not a pretty sight.