Fate really IS cruel.

Hey.

So, last week I started sneezing like it was going out of style, and maybe it was; I don’t keep my finger on these trends that all the cool kids are into. Anyway, I did what I was susposed to: I took the ColdFX(tm), I ate the citrus fruit and the raw honey…and I was kind of starting to feel better, until the chest congestion hunted me down and attempted to convince me there were three Australian convicts sitting on my chest. From the inside.

Bleck. I hate chest colds.

So, last night, when I started actually feeling out of breath sitting on the couch, I broke out the mustard plaster and the raw garlic and the lime juice with raw honey…in other words, I broke out the big guns. I’d chanced to see the crud I was coughing up out of my lungs and I’m *fairly* sure that kind of stuff isn’t supposed to be that colour. In a healthy individual. Who coughs stuff up out of their lungs?

Anyway, that’s just the part you’re supposed to pity me about. This next bit is the part you’re supposed to say: “Dear God, thank Christ it’s you with this sick and not me”.

So today, I’m sleeping on the couch. I’m staying home from work so Dangerous Dan and the amazing B don’t get what I’m dealing. I’m sleeping on the couch, and I’m dreaming. Now, when I have a fever, I get some awesome fever dreams. But I don’t actually have much of a fever at the moment, so there is ABSOLUTELY NO REASON I ought to have had dreams like this.

I dreamed I’d gone to the health food store and was relaxing in a hammock behind a desk or counter, except it wasn’t a hammock, it was a cot. And it wasn’t a desk or counter, it was a carport. A very, very small carport.

And I gave hand-jobs to WWII vets who looked like Ed Asner.

Don’t. Even. Ask.

  5 comments for “Fate really IS cruel.

  1. Mrgd2u
    26 April 2010 at 2:07 pm

    I had bronchitis once at Co-oP Camp. I coughed up gray ooze by the mouthful. It was the most hateful looking stuff I remember thinking that “better out than in didn’t even begin to describe this”.

    Hope you feel bettter

    Much love

    • 26 April 2010 at 2:22 pm

      Did you dream of giving hand-jobs to WWII vets who looked like Ed Asner? Wilford Brimley?

  2. Stephen
    26 April 2010 at 2:27 pm

    Um, so much for don’t ask, don’t tell, ever.

  3. Mrgd2u
    26 April 2010 at 2:34 pm

    nope, but once, home sick, in a dark room listening to the Hobbit on tape I saw big luminous eyes coming for me. That was the end of that book on tape.

    I have a great deal of trouble remembering my dreams most times, so I may have “waxed Wilfred’s mustache” and simply not remembered doing so…

  4. Smarty Pants
    26 April 2010 at 4:37 pm

    Good to see you support the troops, Ceno.

i make squee noises when you tell me stuff.

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