The lurgi's got me good. This morning's highlights included me exuding mucous.
Yup.
Coughing up lumps.
Such fun.
I have a small hope that hydration and rest will shake this off, but... If it's still clinging around, I'm going to have to get myself on antibiotics.
Not my funnest eventuality.
And when I'm done with today's story, I shall likely attempt to sleep this thing off.
I.
Hate.
Lurgi.
This bug... clings.
I just can't shake it like I'm used to doing. And Sneezin' and Wheezin' season is not helping.
I have three sticks of cinnamon. I can plausibly make cinnamon/ginger/citrus tea. Lord knows the Shamdy didn't help as much as it should have. But getting a good ginger garlic chicken soup going is going to have to wait until I have more money.
Bleh.
I just want to sleep. But I owe y'all a fresh story and a
Read more »Chaos' birthday, so of course I had carbs.
Sweet, delicious, crunchy carbs.
And of course I have the "hangover" today. Increased Lurgi symptoms. Supremely fuzzy head.
General "fuckit I'm spacing out" attitude seems to be mandatory too.
If I make it through today with anything in relation to work done, I am counting it as a miracle.
Caramel mud cake was totes worth it though.
Read more »My darling little girl is now a Difficult Teen(tm) at officially thirteen today.
I haven't got her anything for a present just yet. But she does have free license to pig out on whatever she wants, today. Which is going to include dinner at Hoggies, cupcakes at school, and a caramel mud cake in the evening.
On the plus side, I do have all day to wander around and figure out what might gain miss Chaos' interest.
Or I could give
Read more »Lurgi: The seasonal sniffles of the It's-Going-Around have definitely hit, if my crunchy eyes are any indicator. Still living on Shamdy and hoping for the best and peeing like a champion.
Wheezing: The curse of the season has bit me on the arse and I actually horked up a small bronchial cast this morning. Gasp. The bad news is, I swear I had some atrovent nebules somewhere and I can no longer remember where the hell I left the fuckers. They have
Read more »Broke keto for Pripa's day. And there was cheesecake. And fudge. And ice cream...
So I woke in the morrow with Sausage Fingers. Because retaining water is one of the things my body does when it gets carbs. Other signs of carb overdose include lack of focus, memory problems, and general fluffiness of head.
So this is going to be brief.
So that I can get on with the whatnot of my shit.
I have discovered that a dearth of potassium can
Read more »To all those Primary Parentals who stay up late, wake up early, sit through sickness, and fret about the health of your little darlings... Grats.
You made it another year without throttling the little shits. Through angst, anguish, frustration, and fear. You made it. And some of them might actually be grateful for the effort.
I'm awake at Awful in the morning because of the so unfabulous combo of Sneezin' and Wheezin' Season plus low pressure system plus what feels like an
Read more »If there's anything worse than Sneezin' and Wheezin' Season, it's that plus fucking Low Pressure Systems making my face firkin hurt.
Today's episode of Fuck My Life began at half-past one in the morning and only abated because I finally got to the Ibuprofen plus Acetaminophen at 8ish. For Australians: Neurofen and Panadol. For the Americans: Nurofen and Tylenol.
I don't know any other nation's brands. Fill me in. I love to learn things.
So yeah. Spotty sleep. Painful face. An air
Read more »A busier Friday than normal, but still... a relative day of rest for this nerd.
But it's also a cleaning day, so that means I'm working a lot more than normal. Usually, on a Friday, it's all relaxed despite having a thousand words to generate and a son to fetch from Banyo.
Today? I'm not so sure.
I have to make a phone call to talk to some people about getting Mayhem's phone fixed so that it's not a brick any more.
Read more »For those amongst the acronym challenged - BBC stands for the British Broadcasting Company. The public television since whenever.
SOP is Standard Operating Procedure. For instance, the standard operating procedure for politics is lie, cheat, and rack off with a golden parachute.
FEFO is new. It's something Beloved and I coined after absorbing a couple of episodes of a new thing from the BBC. It stands for this:
We've seen a lot of this with high-quality BBC products.
Read more »Okay. Here's the situation.
There is a low pressure system somewhere. I can feel it in my left eye orbit. Starting at the bridge of the nose and graduating into the lower half of my eye socket. At least, thanks to some Panadol, the pain has ebbed from reaching my left temple and threatening to graduate into my teeth.
I paid $3K to have my nose fixed and therefore suffer this for potentially the rest of my life. Huzzah? The bonus, that I snore less harshly
Read more »It's a public holiday, and there's nothing Australia loves more than a long weekend. So of course we're having a good old fashioned slob day. Neither my Beloved nor I have left our bed, and I doubt my little darlings have done so either.
My Beloved insists that I'm somehow doing carbs, all because my tum is a little rumbly this morning, and I stated out loud my desire for some snackage.
My first thought: Bitch, where?1.
I don't actually eat
Read more »I haven't found the time or inclination to contribute to Murder Dollhouse or the nut notes I have on it. And I can't really give another thesis on firkin fanfiction like I did last week.
So I think I'll rabbit on about how tricky it is to work out location details. Especially since I know only what I've seen on TV about how America works. And I don't really want to set this in Australia because only Australians want to read about
Read more »Mayhem says he's ready to take his written test. The problem with this is single - TIMING.
So my options are: