This interruption in your daily (nightly? hey, it’s possible) life is just to confirm that yes, I do indeed yet live. Sort of.
While I’m no longer reeling so badly from the death in my family, as a member of the “chronic bronchitis” club, apparently the time has come once again for me to, erm, (try to) cough up my membership dues.
Hacking season is upon me.
This year’s dues have hit pretty hard (I reckon emotional devastation will do that to a body) and honestly, typing and concentration are both kind of hard to accomplish when you’re trying to see what the inside of your spleen looks like.
I’d say I’m barkin’ like a seal but I don’t wanna trigger TOO many SSSSS flash-backs. Ok, I totally do…I admit it…that’s why there’s brain bleach as the final chapter, yo.
In the meantime feel free to browse/re-browse? my collection of one-shots, parodies (proceed with caution with a couple of them…just ask veteran readers), and completed fics. As with any fanfic writer, reviews/re-reviews? are always appreciated (especially when the words are all nice and sweet!), so go for it if you’re so inclined.
Hope you have a great rest-of-your-week…Imma go dope myself up again.
Nyquil, Vicks, ginger/thyme tea, ginger/green tea, Gypsy Cold Care teas (gaaagh…so far the only tasty one is the chamomile but the Throat Coat – horrible violation of licorice’s more pleasant personal properties, y’all – seemed to [vaguely] help my voice [somewhat] try to make another [brief] appearance), hot beef and chicken soups and broths (not mixed; that’s just gross), hot lemon toddies (ok, just one cause ew), and various and assorted remedies have been attempted.
Ok, ok, the Nyquil is actually DAYquil and in tablet form at that – I’m sidelined, y’all, and it’s not nice to torture the sick with *THAT* horrid taste.
Fwiw, I’d be on preddy, better inhalers, and the good chewy cough syrup but my doctor has turned into a fuckwitted jackass and I don’t feel like trying to break another one in just now. I have limited patience at the very, very best of times. This is not one of those times. Also, I hate going to the doctor – I’m positive they have you wait in the communal sickroom hoping you’ll contract something else so you’ll have to come back after it incubates in a vicious never-ending cycle.
So…yeah, that’s where I’m currently at: coughing/hacking/seal-barking limbo. Take your vitamins and get plenty of sleep and don’t be around sick assholes who gleefully and oh-so-generously donate their germs to you like you’re some sort of science project. That’s what the back of the fridge is for.
Yeah, a “slight cold” is what started all this bullshit.