Please, Mr. Brock, Spare My Life.
I woke up yesterday morning with three consecutive thoughts:
1. Oh man, my throat hurts
2. Oh man, I can't breathe.
3. Oh SHIT, Mr. Brock's going to shoot me!
So here I am at school. I took Sudafed this mornign followed by Zicam. Turns out Sudafed works the same way DayQuil does. My insides feel floaty and my nerves are shot. I'm dizzy and I have an unquenchable thirst. Damn antihistamines. On the bright side: I can breathe and my throat is no longer sore (dry, but not sore). I'm in some sort of a daze and I still have a fever from yesterday.
We open to the feeder school on Thursday.
Oh, MAN.
1. Oh man, my throat hurts
2. Oh man, I can't breathe.
3. Oh SHIT, Mr. Brock's going to shoot me!
So here I am at school. I took Sudafed this mornign followed by Zicam. Turns out Sudafed works the same way DayQuil does. My insides feel floaty and my nerves are shot. I'm dizzy and I have an unquenchable thirst. Damn antihistamines. On the bright side: I can breathe and my throat is no longer sore (dry, but not sore). I'm in some sort of a daze and I still have a fever from yesterday.
We open to the feeder school on Thursday.
Oh, MAN.