(no subject)

Dear Throat:


I hate you.

I hate your coughing reflex.

I hate the way the nose drains down the back of you.

I especially hate the way you and the nose together made it impossible last night for me to get more than five hours' sleep- if that. I may have been conscious from about 3:30 onwards to 7 or so this morning in one way or another. I don't know. I wasn't checking the clock.

At least you are starting to give me back the ability to talk, but that doesn't make me hate you any less.

When the order arrives from FreshDirect, I'm putting everything away, then going back up to my sleeping area and taking some NyQuil, and then you will not be able to cough me miserably awake any more. How d'you like THEM apples?

*mutter*

-Camwyn

(no subject)

I have clearly been on the cold medication too long.



*snickers and scampers off*

ETA:



Okay, NOW I've been on the meds too long.