Monday,
March 17, 2003
ST. PATRICK'S DAY
Faith and begorrah, could someone please ask the leprechauns to stop whacking my sinuses with their shileighlies?
Being of somewhat out-of-it mind, I didn't wear anything green today. Does it count that I'm producing green mucus?
Nope, still no real improvement on the health front, although I actually feel somewhat better -- still no energy and I'm coughing up this thin green crap, but at least I can kinda smell again (couldn't do it yesterday at all, which meant I couldn't taste anything, either -- I wound up downing a glass of orange juice in a single gulp without a wince. And no, this doesn't mean I don't like orange juice and have to hold my breath to drink it or anything -- it's just that I usually have to take a couple of breaks while drinking it due to the acidity. Now, where was I. . .oh, yeah).
So I'm wandering around trying not to cough on people (including A Certain Someone who keeps leaning away theatrically whenever I cough) and planning on making a run to Walgreen's at lunch for something that'll dry up my nose. Dance class tonight is well out -- not only am I afraid I would keel over during a shimmy, I need to go home and make some headway on the mess that is our apartment, since the sister-in-law will be in town this Wednesday.
Yes, I'm cleaning
while sick. I'm such a masochist. . .