January 31st, 2009 by TRex @ 12:35 am | Posted in misc. | 48 Comments »
Ever since last Sunday I’ve had that back-of-the-sinuses/sore throat thing going on. It seemed to be perfectly happy to hang out there and be annoying, not rolling over into full-on cold/flu, but neither going away nor getting any better. At points I was contemplating ducking my head in a bucket of icewater and going outside, “Come on, germs! Let’s get this over with.”
Yesterday, things started getting deucedly uncomfortable and miserable, just from the constant nose-blowing and low-grade sinus pain. Still no fever, no swollen glands, no body aches, no amusing colors of nasal discharge. All within normal parameters except for the stuffiness and congestion.
I couldn’t get a doctor’s appointment anywhere today short of wandering into the ER or one of those doc-in-the-box places where they charge you an arm and a leg to tell you that it’s just a cold and to go home and get some rest and drink plenty of fluids. So today I decided to make a giant pot of my homemade chicken soup, which enjoys a sterling reputation as a powerful restorative, good for man or beast.
I fucked it up, though. I left out an important step, so all of those hours of chopping, peeling, boiling, straining, and stirring were for naught. It’s just not very tasty. And I’ve got gallons of it, which will break my heart to throw away. I hate, hate, haaaaaate wasting food, but I wouldn’t even serve this soup to people I don’t particularly like. You guys should have seen my little tantrum in the kitchen when I realized that I’d ruined several gallons of soup. Today is my second day on the last-stage, barely-there nicotine patches, so my temper is a little short-fused right now. Fortunately, I managed to not throw, spill, or break anything, just let loose with a stream of profanity so dense and blue that lights flickered all up and down the street and every dog for blocks started howling.
Nonetheless. I will be able to fall asleep comfortably tonight thanks to Traditional Medicinals Gypsy Cold Care tea, which somehow opens up my head enough that I don’t have to breathe through my mouth lying in bed, which to me is the worst part of having a cold. Most over the counter cold remedies will dry me up but send me climbing the walls or just leave me staring dazedly off into space. I don’t even take them anymore because they all seem to have some kind of side effect that’s worse than whatever you’re taking it for.
The tea works, though, and tastes pleasant. At least I think so. My ex hated it and said it tasted like it should be called “Gypsy Foot-Wear”, so I guess it’s all subjective.
And with that I’m off to bed. Hopefully tomorrow will bring about some change in my condition, preferably for the better, but frankly, if getting worse means getting the whole business over with, I’m prepared to lie around in bed and groan and complain for a couple days. I’m good at that. Try to look surprised, please.
