January 5, 2002
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Today I have Mouse's cold. I am Booger Queen. I am Empress of Snot, Diva of Phlegm, Doyenne of Secretions.
Dammit.
My head feels like it's full of cement. There is some nasty pounding going on behind my ears and above my eyes and I feel like I am living in my own pressurised aircraft cabin (economy of course).
In desperation, I wadded up little bits of tissue and stuck them up my nose so I wouldn't have to constantly wipe. This lasted for 10 seconds until I actually SAW what I looked like: John Travolta in that Battlefield Earth movie. Enough to make you go back to sniffing and wiping.
I should not have to be sick on the weekend. Not fair. The TV is crap, the hub is around and I don't get to play.
Bless him, he took Mouse out for the arvo so I could sniff and smack my temples in private. (Smacking my temples seems to help, probably the same way that smashing your hand with a hammer distracts you from the pain of an ingrown toenail). So they've gone off, and here I sit, longing for someone to invent some sort of snot-sucking thingie to clear out my head.
I actually lay awake last night hacking and wheezing, and soothed myself to sleep imagining just what this super snot-sucker would look like.
Still, secret pleasures. I have a shit load of mystery novels I got from the library, and a hidden bar of Cadbury's Fruit and Nut. Not sharing.
Comments (2)
That sounds miserable.
When your head feels like that, isn't everything muffled, yet amplified inside your head? You can hear yourself breathing, and because of the stuffed nose, you sound like Darth Vadar.
Is that what it was like?
Nope, I sound more like Elmer Fudd. Hard to be taken seriously as a cranky ex-smoker when you sound like Elmer Fudd.
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