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Welcome to Positive_Experiment, our newest subscriber! I gave out virtual hot buttered rums last night, but hopefully you will stick around for the next batch of yummies!

In My Head: Scrambled Brains.

In My Cup: Tea with sugar and almond milk in it

Currently Playing: Silence. And it better stay that way.

Daily Run: Are you kidding me? But hey, I’m getting an amazing abs workout with all of the coughing…

On the Desk: Mighty Knights

On the Nightstand: The Dictionary of Alchemy and a book on writing the name of which escapes me.

Papers Graded: 0

So, yesterday got progressively worse. I started out with a little cough, and by the time the day was over I dragged my sorry ass to the car and essentially went on auto-pilot to the nearest doctor’s office. I’m not sure how all the forced eye-closing due to extreme coughing did not land me in the ditch somewhere, but I’m grateful.

The doctor’s office was funny. The woman at the counter asked me what was wrong. I immediately went into paroxysms of coughing when I took a breath to speak. When that was over, I opened my mouth — and, of course, nothing came out. She told me she needed me to tell her what was wrong; I opened my mouth. Took a breath to speak. Coughed interminably. Tried to speak. Nothing came out. This went on for a few rounds before finally, Dimwit had the sense to pick up a pen and scrap of paper and ask me to write down what was wrong.

Really. I swear. I’m not making this up. You can’t make stupid shit like this up. But, whatever. I wrote down what was wrong, coughing most of the time I was doing it, and presented her with this lovely haiku-like self-diagnosis:

Been coughing all day.

Can’t speak or catch my breath

Now my head aches

She says, “OK, so let me get this straight, you’ve been coughing, and you have laryngitis, and now your head aches?”" I nod hopefully (Ow… don’t nod when you’ve been coughing so much your head hurtds. Dumb idea.) “Well, your head probably hurts from all that coughing you’re doing,” she says helpfully. If it wouldn’t have hurt to do it, I would have face-palmed at that point. Clearly, I was working with a genius here. I just nodded. That hurt, even.

Everything hurts.

They gave me Tussinex and Azithromycin and told me to get some rest.

I still can’t talk, but I got a lot of sleep today from the Tussinex. Mmmm, codeine.

And now, I have scrambled brains. Because that kind of coughing does that to you. Hopefully Zombies don’t like scrambled brains. Either that, or there won’t be a Zombie apocalypse while I’m still fighting off this bronchial whatever the hell it is.