Okay, so far my tactic for avoiding depression pending my fortieth birthday has been to sort of spread things out a bit: ie, to celebrate throughout the month rather than on the day itself. For example: my Third Star dvd arrived the other day. Shall I wait until Sunday to actually watch it? I rather think hell no. (Besides, what a monumental downer ( Read more... )

THE EVIL ALIEN PROBE IS GONE

THANK FUCK

Throat still hurts and I'm coughing like hell and convinced I've got a Venusian MRSA infection, but at least I don't want to scream every time I swallow now. Or at least not as much.

On a side note, something I forgot to mention in yesterday's whinge post...the clinic where I went has these water feature ( Read more... )

So, I wonder to myself, what hand-rubbing sadist invented the concept of the gastric manometer ( Read more... )

Dammit. My throat hurts. Another infection from hell; the kind that feels like your soft palate is on fire all the way from your nose to your uvula. POST NASAL CRUD GO TO HELL NOW.

Watching Exile with John Simm and Jim Broadbent isn't helping.

Neither is drowning it with honeyed hot tea.

Distractions, please, o my f'list.

Q

I'm about the right age to start getting them, right? The symptoms sound about right, anyway...ie, shooting pains in my side and yarking and basically feeling like death. I really could have done without the vertigo inviting itself to the party, though. Pain is annoying but a thing you can generally soldier through; dizziness and gut-lurching ( Read more... )

Meniere's can really go fuck itself right in the ear. Pun intended.

Q

A little over two weeks in, and I'm STILL having a low-grade fever, snot and coughing. FUCKING LEAVE CRUD ( Read more... )

I am hereby dubbing this goddamn lingering crud The Herpes Flu, because I've thought it was gone at least three different times in the last week and a half ( Read more... )

Dear Diary,

Expelled my own body weight in snot today. Not one single electrolyte now remains within my entire carcass. Keep expecting a Q-sized snot-golem to emerge from the mountains of used Kleenex at any moment intent on world domination.

Though in fairness, that may just be the dehydration talking.

Q

...while I linger here in the sick house, bathed in Vicks and buried under several mountains of used Kleenex, there's brilliant blazing sunshine outside. After we've had how many days of nasty wet icky awful sponge weather ( Read more... )