April 23, 2003 :: 1:15 p.m.
isn't it always the more, the merrier when it comes to phlegm?
Wow, 3 days with no updates. I believe that's the record for me - usually I have nothing to do but sit and write in my weird little online diary. The last few days have been spent mostly without computer or internet access, though, so... no updates. But now I'm back at school (at least for the afternoon), which means that I finally get to put something new up here. Rejoice and throw confetti at your leisure.
Not that I have much to say or anything. I haven't done much of interest except become horribly sick and spend lots of time with Adam. The latter has been excellent, but being sick? Sucks. And since I don't get sick, ever, it's very much a shock. Well, I shouldn't say that. I do get sick, but not often. Once a year, tops. I haven't been seriously ill (meaning so sick that I can hardly drag myself out of bed because I feel like shit warmed over) in over two years, but now it's my time, I guess. I do not like it AT ALL. My eyes burn. I'm dizzy and weak and tired. The right side of my nose feels like it's filled with sulfuric acid, and I can't blow my nose so it just keeps getting worse. I'm disgustingly congested. My throat is all constricted and filled with yummy phlegm, so it's hard to swallow and I sound funny when I talk. Bile has been rushing up into my throat at lovely, regular intervals, causing me to feel like I'm going to puke and then choke to death. I keep going from hot to cold and back again, sometimes hitting both at once in a way that's reminiscent of soaking your hand in ice water until it burns. I go to sleep feeling like shit and wake up feeling even more so, despite the fact that sleep is supposed to be good for sick people.
Gah. I'm really glad I don't have to deal with this more than once a year. It both sucks and blows in an extreme way.
However. All is pretty much made up for by the fact that I've been staying at Adam's dad's house with him for the last few days while he takes care of Sam. He's been pampering my sick as a dog self, because he's sweet and wonderful like that. Tonight we're picking up a sicilian pizza at Mama's and then heading back home to hang around and do nothing of terrible importance.
I maintain that all I need to be happy is an apartment containing Adam, a cat, and a chrome toaster. No one will ever convince me otherwise.
Anyway... there's more to say, mostly boring rambling about knitting stuff that no one but myself cares about, but I have to get to class. I'll update tomorrow at some point, since I'll be here 'til 3:30-ish.
Cheers.
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