I started coming down with this cold on Friday night. Sometime. I don’t know when. I got to work and was fine, and by the time I left in the morning, I was coughing, sweating, sneezing, and totally out of it.
I got home around 8 am and promptly passed out, only to wake up at 5:30 pm, get a shower, and go back to work. Saturday night, all the stuff that was in my head causing it to pound the night before began to dribble out of my nose. Sometimes violently. Since I work at a hospital, tissues are free flowing; however, they are the cheapest kind of tissue you can possibly imagine, and I went through three boxes of them, which essentially means I wiped my nose with cardboard for twelve hours straight.
Needless to say, when I woke up Sunday morning to go study, I went to the mirror and took a look at what I had become since the semi-decent looking girl with earrings and make-up on when I went on Thursday night. My eyes were red, runny, and a tad swollen. My cheeks were flushed, my lips were chapped, and — thanks to the cardboard tissues — my nose is chapped and dry around both nostrils and about a half inch down my upper lip.
Sweet.
Sunday my normal studying ritual of going to Crazy Mocha got ruined as the Mocha was crowded, so me and the Youngin’ went to the Beehive in the South Side to study. I had buffalo hummus and pita bread, which was awesome. I had popped a Tylenol cold before leaving the house and the secretions soon dried up slightly. To this day, I will tell everyone I know that Tylenol cold is a wonder drug.
I thought I was better. I had a few beers with my roommate last night before turning in around eleven. I woke up this morning at seven to find that I had been tricked by the Tylenol Cold. Not only was I still sick, but I had been tricked into drinking beer instead of water, causing my congestion to become thicker and my secretions hard to expel. I developed a very hard cough that causes my throat and chest to go numb and I have gone through two boxes of real Kleenex.
All of my brains are oozing out of my nose. I can’t imagine where all the stuff I’ve been blowing into the Kleenex is coming from.
I took a nap this afternoon that was interrupted by my non-productive coughing and woke up craving food. Anything. Because all I ate all day was some pretzels. Since we have no food in the house, I ordered myself food. A small pizza, a dozen Buffalo wings, and a dozen breadsticks. No, I was not planning on eating it all. It will last at least through tomorrow at dinner time, we should get at least three meals out of it.
But this evening, I did kill the wings. The buffalo wings.
A word of advice. When you have a fever, chapped lips, and a chapped nose, eating buffalo sauce may not be the best idea. I started sweating, my lips and nose were burning, and the sad thing is, I couldn’t taste the sauce.
So now I’m sitting here, putting my sweater on and taking it off as my temperature seems to be inable to regulate, finishing off another box of Kleenex, drinking some much needed Diet Pepsi, and waiting for something good to come on tv.
As sad as this is, Monday night is a good night for me to go out because I don’t have anything to do until 10:30 tomorrow morning. But I just can’t seem to get the energy to get dressed in something other than my sweats and I do not feel like attempting to cover up my chapping with foundation.
So I’ll sit here and blog.
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