Just get me a box of tissues before I kill myself.
Colds are unbelievable. Last night I was so sick, I decided Nyquil would be the answer to all of my problems. WRONG! Apparently attempting to pour and consume Nyquil while lying down is not the smartest idea ever. Now my bed sheets look like a fucking murder scene. Thanks to work, I haven't yet had time to clean them. However, as you may have noticed, I do have time to write about this in my livejournal. My priorities are as straight a crack addict. I figure I'll just lay a blanket over the red splotches all over my bed and pretend it never happened for now.
So, after the Nyquil episode, sleep soon followed, along with a runny nose via my left nostril that made The Nile look like a babbling brook. Tonight, my right nostril is going at it. I just rammed a piece of paper towel up my nose as I am typing this, because 1) I'm too tired to keep wiping my nose every five seconds and 2) I want to finish this journal entry. Take my word for it; it's very attractive. And for some reason blowing my nose just makes my head hurt. So, in an effort to avoid my head from combusting, I'm avoiding nose-blowing at all costs.
Yea, so back to how much I hate colds. First of all, how the fuck did I get another cold? It's summer. If I keep getting this sick in 95 degree weather, I'm probably going to be hospitalized by the time winter comes around. In any event, just make sure my hospital roommate doesn't shit in a bed pan or have a history of mental illness, and I'll be fine.
So, after the Nyquil episode, sleep soon followed, along with a runny nose via my left nostril that made The Nile look like a babbling brook. Tonight, my right nostril is going at it. I just rammed a piece of paper towel up my nose as I am typing this, because 1) I'm too tired to keep wiping my nose every five seconds and 2) I want to finish this journal entry. Take my word for it; it's very attractive. And for some reason blowing my nose just makes my head hurt. So, in an effort to avoid my head from combusting, I'm avoiding nose-blowing at all costs.
Yea, so back to how much I hate colds. First of all, how the fuck did I get another cold? It's summer. If I keep getting this sick in 95 degree weather, I'm probably going to be hospitalized by the time winter comes around. In any event, just make sure my hospital roommate doesn't shit in a bed pan or have a history of mental illness, and I'll be fine.