Phlegm.
Elizabeth March 1st, 2007
I have been slack with my blog, and I’m sorry to the three of you who read it.
In my defense I have spent the past week coughing up mucus in every colour of the rainbow, while holding my frontal lobe in place so it doesn’t explode through my forehead. My disease is yet to be diagnosed, but compares most closely to SARS. Only much, much worse.
Contracting SARS(om,mw) in this part of the world has been interesting because it has allowed me to experience Nyquil’s effects for the first time. Waking each morning feels like coming out of a 6-week coma, and falling asleep is like walking through a tunnel towards a bright light to the sound of 30 harps. Then there’s the dreams – the dreams that blur the line between fantasy and reality and make you believe upon waking that you really did just quit your job at KFC and are now running through a city in the middle of the night holding a joystick that summons the appropriate emergency vehicles for the fires, muggings and shootings you encounter.
Yes, I am following the recommended dosage. Don’t judge me.
Another new experience for me this week was pressurized “cheese” in a can. “No need to refrigerate!” it told me happily on the side. Tim refused to pay the extra dollar or two for the can labelled “Made with real cheese!” so I commemorated the occasion by designing him a skull-n-crossbones Triscuit when we got home. It seemed appropriate.
More updates when I am less medicated.
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