Anyone remember that episode of The Tick where the Tick gets a cold and has to fight a giant mucous version of himself?
That is basically a non-fictional account of my last 48 hours.
I am just now starting to feel a slight bit better, so thank you to all you lovely folks who commanded me to feel better, it seems to be working. But, holy crap, even this current state is still 10x more sick than I have been in years. I feel like I have SIDS or SARS or some ominous acronym. I wholeheartedly recommend to all you uninfected people to pull the late-stage Howard Hughes routine and walk around with kleenex boxes on your feet and double fisting the Lysol. I would take a picture of the unholy, glowing radioactive goo that intermittantly explodes from my sinuses, but I fear the virus would mutate and infect my computer and then the whole of SG.
Had another really weird dream last night. For some reason, the number one motif of my dreams is trying to find and open my locker from high school. I have no idea why, but throughout the entire dream, I was on this Odyssey to find and unlock my locker-- I even remembered the combination. Also, I was walking around with a limp that made me walk verrrry slow through busy hallways. And I had this hat and this coat, like a 50's G-Man outfit, that I was very self-conscious of. Aside from all that, I was on this weird track-and-field team, where my event was rock climbing, except it wasn't rocks, it was this weird sloping dirt hill with tree branches and stones sticking out of it, and I was trying to follow some guy up the side of the hill, but it got too steep and I fell what seemed to be hundreds of feet back to the ground, though I didn't get hurt. And there was a sequence of events where I would hurtle myself through the front doors of the school, high into the air above all the students going to class, and onto the pavement of the street. I lost my hat doing that, and was very concerned with finding it again. No flying this time, just lots of falling from high places and leaping out into empty space. Hmmm.
Right now my head is incredibly plugged up. When my ears finally pop, I am going to do a dance of joy.
That is basically a non-fictional account of my last 48 hours.
I am just now starting to feel a slight bit better, so thank you to all you lovely folks who commanded me to feel better, it seems to be working. But, holy crap, even this current state is still 10x more sick than I have been in years. I feel like I have SIDS or SARS or some ominous acronym. I wholeheartedly recommend to all you uninfected people to pull the late-stage Howard Hughes routine and walk around with kleenex boxes on your feet and double fisting the Lysol. I would take a picture of the unholy, glowing radioactive goo that intermittantly explodes from my sinuses, but I fear the virus would mutate and infect my computer and then the whole of SG.
Had another really weird dream last night. For some reason, the number one motif of my dreams is trying to find and open my locker from high school. I have no idea why, but throughout the entire dream, I was on this Odyssey to find and unlock my locker-- I even remembered the combination. Also, I was walking around with a limp that made me walk verrrry slow through busy hallways. And I had this hat and this coat, like a 50's G-Man outfit, that I was very self-conscious of. Aside from all that, I was on this weird track-and-field team, where my event was rock climbing, except it wasn't rocks, it was this weird sloping dirt hill with tree branches and stones sticking out of it, and I was trying to follow some guy up the side of the hill, but it got too steep and I fell what seemed to be hundreds of feet back to the ground, though I didn't get hurt. And there was a sequence of events where I would hurtle myself through the front doors of the school, high into the air above all the students going to class, and onto the pavement of the street. I lost my hat doing that, and was very concerned with finding it again. No flying this time, just lots of falling from high places and leaping out into empty space. Hmmm.
Right now my head is incredibly plugged up. When my ears finally pop, I am going to do a dance of joy.
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germ13:
That sounds bad man. My head is pounding right now but there's fuck all I can do about it 
dem_z:
I liked your comment in the "cruel and unusual" coffee taken away from prisoners thread. 