o, mighty gallagher! bless me with your healing powers!
i'm sick. i have a head cold, so i spent monday on the couch. i haven't done that in a really long time. remember when you were a kid and you camped out on the couch when you were home sick from school? my mom would get me a happy meal and rent me gallagher videos from dog ear video at the plaza del prado. i'd break out the ol' white melamine nesting tables [my house was the epitome of glenbrook 80's fashion], atop of which i would arrange my tissues, medicines, coughdrops, and happy meal toy. something about smashing watermelons with a sledge-o-matic i still find oddly therapeutic. as much as i dread having sick kids, i do look forward to helping them create those rituals that make feeling shitty okay sometimes. when i was a kid, i thought those parents that made their sick kids stay in bed were sadists.
i took advil cold & sinus, which i perhaps erroneously believed to be non-drowsying. as soon as that glistening golden drop bursts in my stomach, like clockwork, I pass out for about 45 minutes then wake up and resume business as usual [upn court-style reality show]. when it came time to actually go to bed, i was looking forward to bussin' out dat sweet ny-ny juice -- you got it: nyquil. nope: tossing & turning, channeling messages from alpha centauri.
the odd face rash has once again re-emerged... sans contact with strange cats. the left side of my face and now both ears are itching like mad. this morning, a blister spontaneously erupted on my upper lip where it meets my lower lip! you know that jobby didn't last long -- chomped. slapped on some "acne-inducing" cream the dermatologist gave me, but it's still ugly. anyone know why my face would be doing this? i don't want to go back to dr. lime juice.
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