Besides being sick, I am ill.
I'm begining to become less and less convinced that it was worth it. You know the running around drunk as hell in Athens, passing out in a freezing, moldy basement. Don't get me wrong it was one of the most memorable experiences and it brought me closer to the boyfriend™.
But now I am sick. Miserable. Gross. It feels like someone just punched me in the face and now my head is swollen and achy and nauseous and my eyeballs hurt in their sockets. For seriously. Wanna see what aaaallllll this marvelous rambling looks like?? Ever seen me without any makeup? Want to? Ya, I know you do:
Not the best picture. But you get the idea. I'm exquisite I know.
Ya know Briana? Sometimes I listen to myself speak and I hear you. Weird. I'll come visit you when I wont get you sick too. I promise.
The Boyfriend™ is also sick. Which means I don't get the comforting coddling that naturally comes with being sick. We're just a couple of germs moping around the house complaining about everything possible. This also means no sex. Which bothers me even in my miserable state. Damn. The Boyfriend's™ version of the virus seems to be more about the sneezing and dripping, while I have the beta release that involves a nasty cough, sinus nastiness and a thoracic cavity full of jam. Well, probably mucus, but it amuses me to pretend it is jam. I am taking this Tylenol Severe Congestion stuff my dad has, which brags that it delivers a "cool burst" sensation.
a. Why?
b. No really, why? These are not chewables, by the way, they are pills that you swallow. Which means that the "cool burst" sensation occurs somewhere in your throat/esophagus/stomach.
c. Seeing the words "chest congestion" and "burst" so close together on the box invariably leads to me thinking about that scene in Alien, which leads me to further personify my mucus as a parasitic extraterrestrial, which is not a good thing.
d. In practice, the "cool burst" is not so much a burst as a strangely numb center-of-chest sensation, which is actually fairly unpleasant. I thought medication was supposed to relieve your symptoms, not give you new ones.
I'll keep you up to date. Maybe.
---Moonstruck hit you with her second-best shot.
But now I am sick. Miserable. Gross. It feels like someone just punched me in the face and now my head is swollen and achy and nauseous and my eyeballs hurt in their sockets. For seriously. Wanna see what aaaallllll this marvelous rambling looks like?? Ever seen me without any makeup? Want to? Ya, I know you do:
Not the best picture. But you get the idea. I'm exquisite I know.
Ya know Briana? Sometimes I listen to myself speak and I hear you. Weird. I'll come visit you when I wont get you sick too. I promise.
The Boyfriend™ is also sick. Which means I don't get the comforting coddling that naturally comes with being sick. We're just a couple of germs moping around the house complaining about everything possible. This also means no sex. Which bothers me even in my miserable state. Damn. The Boyfriend's™ version of the virus seems to be more about the sneezing and dripping, while I have the beta release that involves a nasty cough, sinus nastiness and a thoracic cavity full of jam. Well, probably mucus, but it amuses me to pretend it is jam. I am taking this Tylenol Severe Congestion stuff my dad has, which brags that it delivers a "cool burst" sensation.
a. Why?
b. No really, why? These are not chewables, by the way, they are pills that you swallow. Which means that the "cool burst" sensation occurs somewhere in your throat/esophagus/stomach.
c. Seeing the words "chest congestion" and "burst" so close together on the box invariably leads to me thinking about that scene in Alien, which leads me to further personify my mucus as a parasitic extraterrestrial, which is not a good thing.
d. In practice, the "cool burst" is not so much a burst as a strangely numb center-of-chest sensation, which is actually fairly unpleasant. I thought medication was supposed to relieve your symptoms, not give you new ones.
I'll keep you up to date. Maybe.
---Moonstruck hit you with her second-best shot.