Bed of nails
I've come down with something rather unpleasant. I woke up two days ago, comfortably, late afternoon. Within the hour I realized that I could barely swallow my own saliva without my throat feeling like it was caught swallowing 100,000 shards of over-sized glass (mid-attempt).
Since then my sinuses have decided that since I cannot swallow, I may as well not be able to breathe through my nose.
I couldn't sleep last night. I went to bed around 3.30, uncomfortable, sweaty, wishing my head would please detatch itself from my body. I woke up again around ten till 7.00 drenched in cold sweat; I went to go pee and wash my face. When I returned to bed, alone again, I did none other than check my email and, thankfully, eventually drift off. By 11.00 in the morning, I was already up when, naturally, I would have much rather slept. After all, this is my day off...
Clearly, some sort of pity will cure my sickness.
Since then my sinuses have decided that since I cannot swallow, I may as well not be able to breathe through my nose.
I couldn't sleep last night. I went to bed around 3.30, uncomfortable, sweaty, wishing my head would please detatch itself from my body. I woke up again around ten till 7.00 drenched in cold sweat; I went to go pee and wash my face. When I returned to bed, alone again, I did none other than check my email and, thankfully, eventually drift off. By 11.00 in the morning, I was already up when, naturally, I would have much rather slept. After all, this is my day off...
Clearly, some sort of pity will cure my sickness.