It wasn't the flu.
Nope. No flu.
Bronchitis.
Oh joy of joys! I've spent most of this christmas sleepless, feverish, coughing and crying because I was hurting. From friday to monday I only slept 4 hours in total. The night from sunday to monday not at all and on monday evening I was having coughing fits that made me practically choke everytime I dozed off, which was constantly because I hadn't slept since two nights before.
I'm still too sick to recap all this and I'm on a serious cough syrup that makes me see pink elephants and enjoy looking at my hands (I tried three different ones before I got one that worked, and imagine what a coctail of fun I had taken... Now I have a whole range of prescription meds that could fetch a nice price on the black market yikes!). I feel like I'm sitting inside my head looking out, or my head is one size too small without it being painful just weird. I'm not really controlling what I'm typing, and I try to clear out the weird words as I see them, but if this entry doesn't make any sense, it's probably because the elephants are here again.
I'm off work for a week now, thank goodness. I need some peace and quiet.


























