| delirious from The fever |
[Aug. 5th, 2005|12:28 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  distressed | ] |
| [ | music |
| | madness of constant pain and sleeplessness | ] |
i wish it were a hip slang. but no. i am actually
sick. very sick. a tonsil so swollen that when i talk it
sounds like i have food and in my mouth. also incredibly swollen
(apparently the pain won't go down until the swelling goes down).
i have not eaten solid food or any food since tuesday night. i
did have some bread on wednesday with the motrin but that was a hellish
fiasco. i can barely swallow liquids so i've have been
drinking in fits and starts (basically when i need to take my pills)
and never finish the cup. two swallows, three at the max before
my throat starts spasming the tonsil complains, i spit and spit and
spit.
i hate to be sick!
thoughts: (that is, things i will have in incredulous amounts
when/if the swelling goes down) jello... oh i could eat this shit
out of jello. some damned gingerale, any kind of juice, water,
hamburgers, chicken. chicken soup out the ass. and apple
cider til my stomach explodes. as goofy says in disney's jack and
the beanstalk: I'm gonna eat an' eat an' eat an' eat an' eat until i
die!
i don't even want to talk about the gigs coming up this week: wednesday, thursday, and friday. sigh.
feel better.
akie
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