|Someone Please Remove My Nose from My Face
||[Jan. 8th, 2007|12:43 am]
International Bon Vivant and Raconteur
Well, it's becoming clear the super-death-flu I've been suffering since Wednesday is actually a sinus infection (and possibly mild bronchitis as well). I left a message for my doctor today and will hopefully be picking up antibiotics tomorrow. Then this thing can finally end. I'm not sure how many more Scrubs reruns I can veg out to on the couch before I go mad.|
A few sicktime shoutouts:
1) Whoever invented tissues with aloe in them is a genius. My nose was beginning to look like Freddy Krueger's, but Puffs Plus changed all that. Thank you, aloe geniuses!
2) If I ever win a major award, I will thank NyQuil first, the way others thank God or Jesus. Second on the list will be Mucinex.
3) I'm not sure if it was the fever or the speed in the NyQuil, but my dreams the first few nights were completely insane. Highly detailed, intricate stuff involving warring armies and big cities, all down to a minute level of detail. They were the kinds of dreams I'm sure obsessive-compulsives would love to have, where they could just count stuff all night. I, on the other hand, was less pleased, as it felt more like work than rest.
4) Whenever I'm sick, music gets stuck in my head. It's usually one song - or one lyric, really, repeated over and over again. This time it was a variety of Staind tunes off their Break the Cycle album. Nice work, guys! You win the Nick is Half-Asleep and Stuck on This Song Award!