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Nyquil = Good Sh!t
Mar. 12th, 2013 11:31 amWowzie. Last night's (well, early this AM's) dreams were really quite something. I cannot exactly say what they were, as they were massively visual. What I remember was storyboarded series of comic-frames of strange otherworldly characters...doing things, I'm not sure what. I remember thinking that since I cannot draw or paint anything like that, that I'd have a heckuva time explaining 'em, and I was right. Wowzie.
Although I'm feeling marginally better, I still cannot speak beyond a deep, hoarse, grumble and don't expect to be awake for more than 5 hours at a stretch. The Great Deluge of Phlegm has abated somewhat, so my decimation of Kleenex forests has slowed. Continuing to subsist on current diet of hot tea & soup & sleep & Justified.
Yeah, too outta it to read, so'm taking friends' suggestions and watching freebie TV shows on-line. Tells you how bleh I'm feeling.
I can see Springtime emerging outside. The fruit tree across the street's begun to bud. Most of the leaves on my Japanese Maple have finally fallen. Birdsong's strong. We're hitting 60s regularly nowadays. Soon I wanna emerge from my fleecy cocoon and make the rounds of the local gardens (Lan Su Chinese, Japanese, Crystal Springs Rhodie), and wander 'round Forest Park, WA Park/Hoyt Arboretum, Columbia Gorge, &c. Not yet though. Will spend today shuttling back and forth 'tween the couch and bed, working on shifting the fluids through my body and healing. Damn I'm lucky I can do this (take the time to get better w/out exposing too many folks to my ick). Also, I cannot sustain any level of existential angst when my head's afloat in phlegm...silver lining for the win!
Missed Flogging Molly last night, but at least I gave the tix away to outta-town-visitor who snagged another local friend and enjoyed the show. Okay, now for more tea...and perhaps another dose of Nyquil in a bit...wheeeeeeee!
Although I'm feeling marginally better, I still cannot speak beyond a deep, hoarse, grumble and don't expect to be awake for more than 5 hours at a stretch. The Great Deluge of Phlegm has abated somewhat, so my decimation of Kleenex forests has slowed. Continuing to subsist on current diet of hot tea & soup & sleep & Justified.
Yeah, too outta it to read, so'm taking friends' suggestions and watching freebie TV shows on-line. Tells you how bleh I'm feeling.
I can see Springtime emerging outside. The fruit tree across the street's begun to bud. Most of the leaves on my Japanese Maple have finally fallen. Birdsong's strong. We're hitting 60s regularly nowadays. Soon I wanna emerge from my fleecy cocoon and make the rounds of the local gardens (Lan Su Chinese, Japanese, Crystal Springs Rhodie), and wander 'round Forest Park, WA Park/Hoyt Arboretum, Columbia Gorge, &c. Not yet though. Will spend today shuttling back and forth 'tween the couch and bed, working on shifting the fluids through my body and healing. Damn I'm lucky I can do this (take the time to get better w/out exposing too many folks to my ick). Also, I cannot sustain any level of existential angst when my head's afloat in phlegm...silver lining for the win!
Missed Flogging Molly last night, but at least I gave the tix away to outta-town-visitor who snagged another local friend and enjoyed the show. Okay, now for more tea...and perhaps another dose of Nyquil in a bit...wheeeeeeee!
