eftychia: Me in kilt and poofy shirt, facing away, playing acoustic guitar behind head (Default)
posted by [personal profile] eftychia at 05:25am on 2006-03-24 under

"[...] not a malicious bone in his body, not even any grumpy cartilage [...]" -- [livejournal.com profile] ursulav, describing a dog (in a rather entertaining entry), 2006-01-06

eftychia: Spaceship superimposed on a whirling vortex (departure)

Cold is slightly better but rather uneven, and it's changing. Moving backward from the usuall progression: usually they start in my nose and sinuses, eventually irritate my throat enough to make it sore, then turn into a lingering cough that annoys me for weeks. This started as a cough with no head-cold symptoms at all, so I thought it was just severe allergies or something at first. Now it's migrating up and starting to make me drippy.

But I'm getting away with slightly smaller amounts of cough syrup today (I'm still thoroughly sick and tired of the taste and the side effects though), which is progress. Trying to speak, or moving too quickly (like sprinting to the bathroom -- that having a cold seems to shrink my bladder when part of the treatment is to drink more fluids than normal is one of life's myriad injustices (and dayum, I am in a whiny mood today (but I'm having better luck keeping count of my parentheses than a few days ago -- Pbbbt!)!)), triggers a coughing fit, and I'm tired of hearing that funny little rattle at the end of each exhale. It sounds like someone shoved ball bearings into my lungs while I was asleep. I feel like a ... well, you saw the title on this entry.

At least coughing appears to be good exercise, based on how my body temperature fluctuates at each coughing fit.

There are several very good reasons I should try to get to the hamfest this weekend ... and a big annoying uncomfortable reason that I shouldn't. (Ooh, a science-fair epidemiology experiment: how many people could I infect? No, it's quite bad enough that I went out in public to buy more cough syrup. I will find cheap disk drives at some future event.)

One of my ex-girlfriends has a delightful sense-of-wicked and/or a wicked sense of irony, and bandmates will soon be amused at my new T-shirt.

And I now have reason to believe that the instructions I found for making tinctures actually meant ounces-volume for quantities of both liquid and dry ingredients, not ounces-weight for the dried herbs as I'd assumed. Why can't we all just get alouse metric, again?

Somebody put me to bed before I start trying to assemble a mix CD using Weeping Tile's "I'm A Mountain" and Simon & Garfunkel's "I Am A Rock" as the basis for a theme. (I had a third tune in mind when the idea first came to me, but it's escaped for now.)

Mood:: 'sick in more than one sense' sick in more than one sense
Music:: I've got that teapot song stuck in my head.

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