The "I'm not sick" update: Tuesday AM
Sep. 14th, 2004 06:44 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
urbandruidUuugh. I feel like crap. Yeah, still.
Was up half the night, every hour on the hour. Toss, turn, toss, turn. Hack, cough. If I am not better tomorrow, I'm calling the doctor. Which I don't want to do, but which may be necessary. I don't want to get really sick either, or have this go into something that linters. My uncle's wedding is in a couple weeks, and I've got to be okay for that.
Gods do I ever not want to go to school today. But it's only one class, the rest of the time I can spend hanging out in the library with my notebook and my CD player. It's almost like being at home, right?
Yeah. Don't I wish. But the sad thing is that it's probably going to be quieter at school this morning, as it is Tuesday, and Tuesday is National Leaf Blower day around here. None of the leaves have fallen off the trees yet, you understand, but the gardeners who keep up the apartment complex do seem to love their leaf blowers. And there's that big patch of grass downstairs under my window, so...yeah. Not too conductive to sleep. Damnit.
My head hurts, which I wish it wouldn't, but it's the sore throat and post-nasal drip that really have me worried, because I just don't get that a lot unless I'm on the virge of something less fun.
I don't know, really, but I can tell you this much- those bratty freshmen had better not piss me off today. Nor anybody else. Because I can't deal, and I'll have to kill them. Or cough on them. (You know, just in case. Plus it'll freak them out, which is always fun...) Or maybe just beat them upside the head with my binder. (I'd hit them with the whole backpack, but things I value are in there, like my notebook, my CD player, and my copy of Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban.)
Right. Must go attempt to find brain before class. Anyone seen it? It's pretty mushy, so I guess it could have dribbled away...
*clings to flist* I don't want to go...
Was up half the night, every hour on the hour. Toss, turn, toss, turn. Hack, cough. If I am not better tomorrow, I'm calling the doctor. Which I don't want to do, but which may be necessary. I don't want to get really sick either, or have this go into something that linters. My uncle's wedding is in a couple weeks, and I've got to be okay for that.
Gods do I ever not want to go to school today. But it's only one class, the rest of the time I can spend hanging out in the library with my notebook and my CD player. It's almost like being at home, right?
Yeah. Don't I wish. But the sad thing is that it's probably going to be quieter at school this morning, as it is Tuesday, and Tuesday is National Leaf Blower day around here. None of the leaves have fallen off the trees yet, you understand, but the gardeners who keep up the apartment complex do seem to love their leaf blowers. And there's that big patch of grass downstairs under my window, so...yeah. Not too conductive to sleep. Damnit.
My head hurts, which I wish it wouldn't, but it's the sore throat and post-nasal drip that really have me worried, because I just don't get that a lot unless I'm on the virge of something less fun.
I don't know, really, but I can tell you this much- those bratty freshmen had better not piss me off today. Nor anybody else. Because I can't deal, and I'll have to kill them. Or cough on them. (You know, just in case. Plus it'll freak them out, which is always fun...) Or maybe just beat them upside the head with my binder. (I'd hit them with the whole backpack, but things I value are in there, like my notebook, my CD player, and my copy of Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban.)
Right. Must go attempt to find brain before class. Anyone seen it? It's pretty mushy, so I guess it could have dribbled away...
*clings to flist* I don't want to go...
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Date: 2004-09-14 09:05 am (UTC)*adopts motherly tone* Drink plenty of liquids, take some aspirin, and get plenty of rest.*
*adopts evil, I-Loathe-Leaf-Blowers tone* And feel free to drop a concrete block on the cretins with their %&$@*! leaf blowers. How I despise those things.
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Date: 2004-09-14 04:50 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-09-14 11:41 am (UTC)Vitamin C, zinc, too.
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Date: 2004-09-14 04:51 pm (UTC)Thanks.
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Date: 2004-09-14 05:34 pm (UTC)DayQuil and Robitussin and lots of smut. What's really fun is being all cracked out on that stuff, and writing smut!
Also, Throat Coat tea is freakin' awesome. A friend turned me on to it last week, and I worship her for that now. But don't put whisky in it. That's nasty. (yes, I'll try anything once)
It doesn't hurt at all to eat Vitamin C like it's candy, either. If you have some before bed, I find it makes the painful Oh Jeez My Hair Hurts part of the mornings much easier.
(*hugs with Kleenex flailing*)
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Date: 2004-09-14 07:47 pm (UTC)Oooh, writing on cold meds. That always takes me to some crazy places, but I never tried writing smut while doped up on DayQuil before. Must attempt this.
And thanks for the suggestions- I'll try just about anything if it'll make me feel better at this point. Now to dig around and see if I have any Vitamin C left, or just those foul multivitamins...
*hugs, also with kleene flailing* Thank you.