Friday, September 24, 2004

Wondering

Is CBS sucking up for Memogate or something? I've seen no less than half a dozen anti-Kerry ads in the last two hours.

Grr.

For those of the interested

I am feeling much better today than I have in at least a week. I can finally breathe a little more freely, and my coughs aren't just sickeningly wet, non-productive, rib-tugging affairs that hurt to even think upon.

At least I picked Season Premiere week to get sick during. I haven't been wanting for anything to watch on television, of an evening. My daytimes have consisted of a fevered jumble of sleep, bizarre, codeine-fueled dreams, "ER" and "Buffy" repeats, and a shitload of "Law & Order" episodes.

Maybe I'll ask N8 to bring me the "Dead Like Me" first season home tonight, to give me some form of company for the weekend.

Attributed

Le bon Dieu est dans le detail.

Thursday, September 23, 2004

Wanna snuggle?

Hmm?

New toy

As of this morning, I own one of these.

And I'm on steroids for the next month.

There is now blood in the crap I'm coughing up from my lungs. Apparently this means I'm recovering.

Wednesday, September 22, 2004

Funny art

Picture taken in Brooklyn, NY (not by me):



My Guinea pig and I are having a wheeze-off. I'm ahead, by a nose.

ba dum ching...

Tuesday, September 21, 2004

Urgh - II

I missed class tonight. This distresses me.

Urgh

This is what a bronchial tube looks like when it's narrowed by mucus secretions and inflammation.



It feels like utter hell. Drowning on your own phlegm, breathing through thick, gummy mucus, an aching body that can't quite sleep, despite the sheer loveliness of codeine-laced cough syrup that makes you way too high.

If anyone thinks I'm enjoying myself these last days, staying home and expelling half my body weight by coughing up mucus, I'd ask them to check again.

Monday, September 20, 2004

Clogged tubes

There's something irritating about how I can brush my teeth obsessively throughout the day, and still have nasty breath, thanks solely to the sheer amount of mucus oozing its way through my nasal passages.

There's also something irritating about how nice, soothing, codeine-laced cough syrup can make me sleepy, and once I'm out, make me high enough to have bizarre fever dreams about people chasing me with bananas, and being strangled by Spongebob Squarepants.

I hate being sick.

Also

I have bronchitis.

Sonnet #87

Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing,
And like enough thou know'st thy estimate:
The charter of thy worth gives thee releasing;
My bonds in thee are all determinate.
For how do I hold thee but by thy granting?
And for that riches where is my deserving?
The cause of this fair gift in me is wanting,
And so my patent back again is swerving.
Thyself thou gavest, thy own worth then not knowing,
Or me, to whom thou gavest it, else mistaking;
So thy great gift, upon misprision growing,
Comes home again, on better judgment making.
Thus have I had thee, as a dream doth flatter,
In sleep a king, but waking no such matter.