Ill, and not in the rap way.
Since last Wednesday, I have been blessed with a gnarly cough!
Seth and I are having a major Fall Cleaning Extravaganza. It is awesome to be productive and we are bribing ourselves with sushi when we get done. Woot!
So last Wednesday we were cleaning the guinea pig room. I avoided doing that for the most part because there was lots of hay and I am allergic to that shit. Plus it is Fall Allergies Season and I am balls deep in sneezing as it is.
I figures I'd be safe dusting and doing dishes and clearing some stuff from the bedroom. I coughed a little as I went, but thought nothing of it.
The cough persisted. It wasn't too bad, just some phlegm here and there and trouble at night. I propped myself up, popped a Benedryl and all was well!
This week though. Ack. I was fine in Pinedale over the weekend (I am less allergic to shit out that way! Prolly cuz I spent 17.5 years around those pollens) then the second we rolled into Laramie, I was even MORE coughy and phlegmy. I should have started treating this on Monday, but nay.
Since Sunday night, I have been wheezey. It is interfering with my normal Life Processes. I do not want to proposition Seth for marital relations in this condition. Imagine with me for a moment:
"Hey (wheeze) sugarballs, (wheeze) wanna (hack hack) get funky (wheeze) with your (hack) sexy (wheeze) wifemeat?"
Upon saying that, I'd probably cough again and pee a little. HOT.
And yes, all this coughing has resulted in lots of peed panties. It is shameful, but FUCK. The pee shituation is partly why I broke down today and made Seth pick up some cough syrup and drops.
I now feel like a normal person again. I am hardly wheezing and there has been 1 change of underwear today: when I showered.
So the moral of this story is: I rarely get sick. I get these janky allergy-related stupid symptoms that make me miserable until I wait about 5 days too long to start fixing myself.
Fin.
PS. This vivid tale is rendered in part by the magic that is Cough Syrup. I feel so honest and inspired!
Seth and I are having a major Fall Cleaning Extravaganza. It is awesome to be productive and we are bribing ourselves with sushi when we get done. Woot!
So last Wednesday we were cleaning the guinea pig room. I avoided doing that for the most part because there was lots of hay and I am allergic to that shit. Plus it is Fall Allergies Season and I am balls deep in sneezing as it is.
I figures I'd be safe dusting and doing dishes and clearing some stuff from the bedroom. I coughed a little as I went, but thought nothing of it.
The cough persisted. It wasn't too bad, just some phlegm here and there and trouble at night. I propped myself up, popped a Benedryl and all was well!
This week though. Ack. I was fine in Pinedale over the weekend (I am less allergic to shit out that way! Prolly cuz I spent 17.5 years around those pollens) then the second we rolled into Laramie, I was even MORE coughy and phlegmy. I should have started treating this on Monday, but nay.
Since Sunday night, I have been wheezey. It is interfering with my normal Life Processes. I do not want to proposition Seth for marital relations in this condition. Imagine with me for a moment:
"Hey (wheeze) sugarballs, (wheeze) wanna (hack hack) get funky (wheeze) with your (hack) sexy (wheeze) wifemeat?"
Upon saying that, I'd probably cough again and pee a little. HOT.
And yes, all this coughing has resulted in lots of peed panties. It is shameful, but FUCK. The pee shituation is partly why I broke down today and made Seth pick up some cough syrup and drops.
I now feel like a normal person again. I am hardly wheezing and there has been 1 change of underwear today: when I showered.
So the moral of this story is: I rarely get sick. I get these janky allergy-related stupid symptoms that make me miserable until I wait about 5 days too long to start fixing myself.
Fin.
PS. This vivid tale is rendered in part by the magic that is Cough Syrup. I feel so honest and inspired!