the flague (flying plague)
Friends, I'm sick. I woke up at 4 this morning with a pick-ax where my right sinuses should have been and with the intense need to take the good Sudafed IMMEDIATELY. I then spend the next half hour scheming in a drugged-out haze about how to call in sick when it was a more reasonable hour of the morning. Sudafed and the remnants of Nyquil do odd things in combination, I think. It felt like I had gerbils fighting in my stomach trying to make my legs move. Then I went back to sleep and slept for like six more hours.
This appears to have stalled my last hopes of getting my challenge story finished before the absolute drop-dead deadline, which is sad for me. But it's hard to feel too sad when one's head feels tethered like a balloon on a very long string. I'll finish this story one way or another.......
This makes me sound like a tragic case! I assure you all I had a lovely time in Portland over the weekend (once I made it onto a plane), and an absolutely uneventful trip back home on Monday morning. And then the plague hit. Thankfully my roommate is a lifesaver who came home early from work and bought me more Nyquil, mint tea, tortilla chips, and hot and sour soup. What a prize! I may live after all.
This appears to have stalled my last hopes of getting my challenge story finished before the absolute drop-dead deadline, which is sad for me. But it's hard to feel too sad when one's head feels tethered like a balloon on a very long string. I'll finish this story one way or another.......
This makes me sound like a tragic case! I assure you all I had a lovely time in Portland over the weekend (once I made it onto a plane), and an absolutely uneventful trip back home on Monday morning. And then the plague hit. Thankfully my roommate is a lifesaver who came home early from work and bought me more Nyquil, mint tea, tortilla chips, and hot and sour soup. What a prize! I may live after all.