it is hard to swollow
me 1: What is hard to swollow?
me 2: It is hard to swollow.
me 1: Yes, so what is it that is hard to swollow?
me 2: It is hard to swollow, that's it.
Tis the day I rue the queerness of English.
Crappiness aside, it is indeed hard to swollow, no small thanks to a throat infection that has persisted for the past three days since Valentine's Day. And being a lonesone one, throat infection decided to be a happy couple on Valentine's Day and called his/her/its good friend, fever, along for the party. Talk about party crashers, they sure crashed my party. Now one is lonely, two is cool but three is a crowd. And right now, I, throat infection, and fever do not see eye-to-eye. I much rather be a lonesome one than to be an unhappy triad. So, to the happy and loving throat infection and fever couple, "make like a tree and get out of here".
Hmmn. And I thought I said to put crappyiness aside. Oh well, guess fever muddles the head to some extent. I hate throat infections, or rather, I hate the pain of throat infections. Painful to swollow, painful to cough, painful to speak, painful to sneeze. It's quite a horrid feeling. And my sleep is interrupted multiple times in the night as I wake up, probably from the pain, and have to cough out some mucus or try to swollow it down. Pain either way, a lose-lose situation.
Despite these physical discomforts, not to mention the feeling of weakness as a result of the fever, I'm still somewhat happy and excited. To suddenly fall ill out of the blue and at such a timely occasion after making a few life-changing decisions... This must mean I'm on the right track and am being taken notice of... That can only be a good thing. Now to persevere on and stick to my decisions...
I'm going for broke and I'm not backing down.
me 2: It is hard to swollow.
me 1: Yes, so what is it that is hard to swollow?
me 2: It is hard to swollow, that's it.
Tis the day I rue the queerness of English.
Crappiness aside, it is indeed hard to swollow, no small thanks to a throat infection that has persisted for the past three days since Valentine's Day. And being a lonesone one, throat infection decided to be a happy couple on Valentine's Day and called his/her/its good friend, fever, along for the party. Talk about party crashers, they sure crashed my party. Now one is lonely, two is cool but three is a crowd. And right now, I, throat infection, and fever do not see eye-to-eye. I much rather be a lonesome one than to be an unhappy triad. So, to the happy and loving throat infection and fever couple, "make like a tree and get out of here".
Hmmn. And I thought I said to put crappyiness aside. Oh well, guess fever muddles the head to some extent. I hate throat infections, or rather, I hate the pain of throat infections. Painful to swollow, painful to cough, painful to speak, painful to sneeze. It's quite a horrid feeling. And my sleep is interrupted multiple times in the night as I wake up, probably from the pain, and have to cough out some mucus or try to swollow it down. Pain either way, a lose-lose situation.
Despite these physical discomforts, not to mention the feeling of weakness as a result of the fever, I'm still somewhat happy and excited. To suddenly fall ill out of the blue and at such a timely occasion after making a few life-changing decisions... This must mean I'm on the right track and am being taken notice of... That can only be a good thing. Now to persevere on and stick to my decisions...
I'm going for broke and I'm not backing down.
posted by desmond at 9:08 PM
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