or: "but not today cause I feel like death warmed over and I smell like menthol."
so my respiratory system is at present clogged. with lovely gooey tannish-orange phlegm.
oh phlegm: we have such a love affair, don’t we? too bad it’s you loving me and me not loving you. "no really, it’s not you. it’s me."
list of anna’s home remedies:
I keep moaning because it makes my throat feel a little better.
hot tea: drinking it. holding it against my sternum.
Vicks-Vapo-Rub: I am not even kidding I put that on my chest this morning and it honestly helps. I might be ready for Round Two of VVR, but honestly? maybe I’m just lonely and need to touch my boobs more. (oh sorry. TMI)
salt-water: gargling it. it is absolutely disgusting, but it does help.
uhhh… nebulizer treatments. (for those of you who don’t know what a neb treatment is… it’s albuterol, injected by a machine with air, and made uhhh … breatheable. sort of like holding your head over a steamy pot of water, but with albuterol. which makes you jittery like you would NOT BELIEVE. like you’re in some kind of roller coaster or bumpy highway in a car with no shocks but from the inside…)
yeah. neb treatments. I can only do about five minutes of breathing in that stuff before my lungs convulse and spit out more of the aforementioned phlegm.
oh phlegm. better out
than in, I always say.
my throat really hurts.
in other news, I should not have gone out to the bar last night to play pool and hang out with friends. but I did. my computer is back. so hopefully I will post less at work and more at home… in other news, I have a new friend!!! (shout trwig. you rock. I’m glad we’re friends) and I did actually win one or two games of pool last night. I think. I had a really good time.
Friday Night Lights is still awesome, and I’m a little bit of the way through Battlestar Gallactica season two. nom nom nom. everyone in space is hot. and everyone in space gets laid. everyone in television gets laid. I want to be in space. or on television. …. uhhh… yeah.
but not today cause I feel like death warmed over and I smell like menthol.
I’m supposed to be moving my belongings today. since I can’t really move my body, I sincerely doubt that’s going to happen.
kisses. I’m out.