despite a sorely needed and highly restorative night’s sleep (yes, i *did* sleep last night!!!!), i still think i’m going to cough up a fucking lung before the evening is through. it’s just this residual bit of sickness, this little stubborn bit of icky that is clinging to my throat and making my breath catch and the most horrid coughs imaginable burst out of my throat. really uncalled for, actually. i’m hoping to thwart it before it devours me, but things are looking sketchy. i’ve been sick nearly a full week. blargh. i hate being sick.
the upside to being plague-ridden is that the combination of feeling consumed by disease and heavily drugged in the hopes of squelching said plague is that food and i are no longer on speaking terms. meaning, i’ll nibble on a handfull of nilla wafers here, or a bowl of soup there, and various bottles of juice or water, but that’s about it. you know, gotta make sure there’s something in there to absorb the over-the-counter cocktail of crap i’m choking down every day. so maybe when this whole thing is done there will be a little less pineapple around…which isn’t necessarily a bad thing. i mean, hopefully anyway.
