Sore Throats and Roomates

Wow, I feel weird and sick and trippy today.

Yesterday my throat hurt, and all my taste buds were messed up, too-- like I was explaining to Julia, cherries tasted like meat and salty, meaty salami tasted sweet, like fruit. My entire nose-mouth-throat area felt entirely numb and plasiticine. I was worried about driving up to the lake becuase I kept hallucinating and seeing kiwis (like as in the bird) in people's driveways and things . . .

So then I went to bed, hoping to cure what ailed me, by taking some Nyquil . . . it was in a new (well, I should say "unopened") package, but just after I took it, I looked down at the label and realized it said, "Expires by 10/01." So that was an interesting night: it was all black and white, and stimulated, and uncomfortable, like a weird black-and-white film being played triple-time in front of my eyes and I was unallowed to become anything comfortable. I woke up early and told Mom I was sick, but she didn't get the hint, and Tory had to call her later to say we wouldn't be coming into town to do the millions of things we had to do . . .

I slept in until 2:00; I was completely non-functional until then. I couldn't drink, because water made my throat close off with mucus and I would just spew it all back up, anyway . . . and so eventually Tory brought in some watermelon for me, and that was WONDERFUL, because it gave me liquids (I was SO THIRSTY!!!) but it WASN'T a liquid . . . so it was so great . . . it was like waking up from anethesia, honestly . . .

I now feel all wet and hot and sweaty; I think I must have had a fever that broke. It was weird, today, anyway . . . but I feel bad, because I had Shakescenes, and Tory had a belt ceremony, and Mom had a desert she wanted Tory to make for her in town . . .

Watermelon and marshmallows saved my life. Marshmallows actually didn't taste like anything sh*tty as I ate them . . . and now I can actually down popcorn cakes, too ^_^

Oh, in other (good) news, my roomate wrote back! She sounds really enthusiastic, which is nice . . . she's bringing an iron and an ironing board and a vacuum cleaner ^_^ and she says our room is nice and big, because she's down at the school now for some summer program and checked it out, lol ^_^

Sore Throats and Roomates

Wow, I feel weird and sick and trippy today.

Yesterday my throat hurt, and all my taste buds were messed up, too-- like I was explaining to Julia, cherries tasted like meat and salty, meaty salami tasted sweet, like fruit. My entire nose-mouth-throat area felt entirely numb and plasiticine. I was worried about driving up to the lake becuase I kept hallucinating and seeing kiwis (like as in the bird) in people's driveways and things . . .

So then I went to bed, hoping to cure what ailed me, by taking some Nyquil . . . it was in a new (well, I should say "unopened") package, but just after I took it, I looked down at the label and realized it said, "Expires by 10/01." So that was an interesting night: it was all black and white, and stimulated, and uncomfortable, like a weird black-and-white film being played triple-time in front of my eyes and I was unallowed to become anything comfortable. I woke up early and told Mom I was sick, but she didn't get the hint, and Tory had to call her later to say we wouldn't be coming into town to do the millions of things we had to do . . .

I slept in until 2:00; I was completely non-functional until then. I couldn't drink, because water made my throat close off with mucus and I would just spew it all back up, anyway . . . and so eventually Tory brought in some watermelon for me, and that was WONDERFUL, because it gave me liquids (I was SO THIRSTY!!!) but it WASN'T a liquid . . . so it was so great . . . it was like waking up from anethesia, honestly . . .

I now feel all wet and hot and sweaty; I think I must have had a fever that broke. It was weird, today, anyway . . . but I feel bad, because I had Shakescenes, and Tory had a belt ceremony, and Mom had a desert she wanted Tory to make for her in town . . .

Watermelon and marshmallows saved my life. Marshmallows actually didn't taste like anything sh*tty as I ate them . . . and now I can actually down popcorn cakes, too ^_^

Oh, in other (good) news, my roomate wrote back! She sounds really enthusiastic, which is nice . . . she's bringing an iron and an ironing board and a vacuum cleaner ^_^ and she says our room is nice and big, because she's down at the school now for some summer program and checked it out, lol ^_^