Monday, August 06, 2007
WOE IS ME (insert melodramatic hand to forehead movement)
I don't know what happened on the weekend, but I picked up the dreaded lurgy.
Since Saturday I've been sicker than Bob Flanagan.
Well not quite that sick.
Not like I've been shoving baseballs up my arse or 6 inch bails through my penis, but pretty crook none the less.
My head's been throbbing harder than a honeymooner's dick and my nose and lungs have been engaged in a steady production of unsavoury body fluids, with the snot and lung butter constantly trying to make their escape at the most inconvenient moments, like when I'm trying to sleep.
The fever took hold and I'd been sweating like a paedophile in a playground, which didn't help my sleeping attempts either.
At least this time I was in my own bed and not post surgery like a year ago.
I did go to work on Monday, but was persuaded by my colleagues to go home at lunch time.
Glad I listened to them as I just got progressively worse as the day wore on.
I think I worked out a way to pass the time though.
Rugged up on the couch watching cinematic masterpieces like: 'Queen of the Amazons', 'The Wasp Woman' and 'She Gods of Shark Reef'.
Drinking orange juice by the pint and slowly destroying a rainforest in Borneo in the form of a box of Kleenex tissues are par for the course too.
Recommended listening for this kind of condition: Showbiz by Muse, Doremi Fasol Latido & In Search Of Space by Hawkwind, Dub Side Of The Moon by the Easy Star All-Stars.
Worse part was that the joint ache associated with this sort if disease became somewhat accentuated due to my many internal orthopaedic modifications, sucks to be me but hey, could always be worse.
.
Since Saturday I've been sicker than Bob Flanagan.
Well not quite that sick.
Not like I've been shoving baseballs up my arse or 6 inch bails through my penis, but pretty crook none the less.
My head's been throbbing harder than a honeymooner's dick and my nose and lungs have been engaged in a steady production of unsavoury body fluids, with the snot and lung butter constantly trying to make their escape at the most inconvenient moments, like when I'm trying to sleep.
The fever took hold and I'd been sweating like a paedophile in a playground, which didn't help my sleeping attempts either.
At least this time I was in my own bed and not post surgery like a year ago.
I did go to work on Monday, but was persuaded by my colleagues to go home at lunch time.
Glad I listened to them as I just got progressively worse as the day wore on.
I think I worked out a way to pass the time though.
Rugged up on the couch watching cinematic masterpieces like: 'Queen of the Amazons', 'The Wasp Woman' and 'She Gods of Shark Reef'.
Drinking orange juice by the pint and slowly destroying a rainforest in Borneo in the form of a box of Kleenex tissues are par for the course too.
Recommended listening for this kind of condition: Showbiz by Muse, Doremi Fasol Latido & In Search Of Space by Hawkwind, Dub Side Of The Moon by the Easy Star All-Stars.
Worse part was that the joint ache associated with this sort if disease became somewhat accentuated due to my many internal orthopaedic modifications, sucks to be me but hey, could always be worse.
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