Everything is relative after all, no?
So although yesterday afternoon was picturesque, I'm afraid last night sucked. It sucked on so many levels, but was exacerbated by my puny physical state.
Head, ears, and throat KILLING me. I knew it was my hideously pitted tonsils acting up again, but as it was already after midnight, I didn't bother to look at the ugly fuckers, I just headed for the medicine cabinet, rummaged a minute, and emerged with a fistful of pills.
Meds taken, I was downed by 1 or so, and quite unconscious. I did not rouse, wake, or dream until 5:30 when I HAD to pee. I knew this even though I didn't know my name at the moment.
So I stumbled out of bed, then I stumbled into a wall, then I stumbled onto the opposite wall, then I fell into the bathroom and in the general direction of the toilet room (closet). Then I steadied my toilet because it was spinning out of control. And unlike a certain sit piss master or one who would opt for my plight, I have no other option than to sit, so the toilet had to be stilled.
Finally the porcelain bitch came into motionless focus long enough for me finish what I needed to do, and this time being leery and precautionary of the diminishing hallway, I managed to make it back to bed without breaking anything important.
Only then did I realize that I was quite drunk. Hey, not bad! Pain was manageable, sleep was there for the taking.
The meds wore off about eight this am, so I wandered back into the bathroom to take a look at the culprits. Nice. The tonsils are large, pitted, and covered in white puss pockets. (No, I do not blame my dear friend Kel, who just so happened to have the world's nastiest tonsils when I tucked her ass in last week! We just so happen to have a few things in common, including pitiful immune systems as well as germ-carrying kids.)
Anyway, rather than pay the $70 extra fee to see the Sunday doc, I figured I'd just self-medicate again and wait til tomorrow. I'm just trying to remember the formula. I think it is as follows:
Some Tylenol
Aquatab C, which I'm pretty sure was issued to me at some point for congestion
Tussin DM, 2 tablespoons
Tavist NightTime Allergy
Half of something blue a la Cat (Thank you, kind sir!)
Yeah, yeah. No substitute for serious medical attention. I'm going tomorrow. Meanwhile, goodnight to all and to all a good high!
Why am I getting a trackback ping on this? I don't understand. It's not like I was linked or anything...
Posted by: Velociman at December 20, 2004 12:17 AMGeez, woman, take care of yourself!!!
Posted by: Jack at December 20, 2004 02:56 AMHey, take care of yourself! But hell, if ya gotta be sick, you may as well enjoy the meds!
Posted by: Michele at December 20, 2004 04:57 AMCat is a good doctor, isn't he? Hope you start feeling better.
Posted by: Acidman at December 20, 2004 11:57 AMThanks guys! (And you're linked Velocisitter, read it again...)
Posted by: Key at December 20, 2004 01:33 PM
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