I am so sick.
I shoulda known.
Yesterday I was feeling kinda warbly. It's a feeling somewhere between a brain fog and shaking uncontrollably. I thought it was too much caffeine. I don't get sick very often.
The crud is going around. No, not that crud. Just a cold/flu/upper respiratory thing. I couldn't sleep last night, my mind spinning off in a thousand directions. It's hard to sleep when you can't breath through your nose. And I hate that mouth breathing thing. Makes my throat hurt.
I ended up in Gavin's room. He has it too and sleeps with a humidifier. So I went into his room for some relief. My throat stopped hurting but I couldn't lose consciousness. Meaning, I think I slept in spurts, but I always felt totally conscious.
I have a monster crap load of work to do, but seriously all I want to do is take a shower and lay on the couch. My head is throbbing, my lungs are tight, my nose is stuffy, and the bags under my eyes need recycled.
Wa.
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Did you see the photo of the woman with a face transplant? At first glance I was like, wow, that wasn't very successful, she looks freaky. But its all about perspective isn't it? Once I saw the before photo, ahhh, yeah, it was a frigging coup!
This is after her husband shot her face off, then after the surgery.
Of course this is what she looked like before....which all goes back to perspective again.
He shot her right in the face. Man, that is some serious hate there. How can people hate that deep?
That sounds like a title to a book, Hate That Deep.
Maybe she should sell her story. Maybe she already has.
Blah. Blah. Blah.
I'm such a paaaaar-tay when sick.
Not.
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