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Jan. 5th, 2016 02:42 pm
A punt in the node
I'm not a big fan of pseudoephedrine. Sometimes it's the only thing that works, though, and last night I was desperate after a coughing fit that woke me up shortly before one and wouldn't quit even after a couple spritzes of Chloraseptic. (Yech!) But those little crank eggs charge me up, which is the very last thing I need at night. I actually slept all right, considering, but I had more ultraviolent dreams.
This time, it wasn't zombies like the previous night, it was my own family. Or rather people I understood to be my own family. The only members who were really recognisable were my sister, mother, and grandmother. But it was the menfolk I was actually fighting, and they were so generic I couldn't keep their names straight. (At one point my mother used "Jim" for the guy I'd been calling "John"; only later did it occur to me that I'd originally been calling him "Ted". At least we all agreed his wife's name was "Mel".)
I have to say, they brought it on themselves: one of them (or an evil priest working in concert with him) led all my younger cousins to a disused chapel in the lower level of the family church. To what purpose, I dunno, but I had no choice other than to crash the Christmas mass going on upstairs. The uncles prevented me from reaching the altar, but I was close enough to scream things like "What's the Hebrew for hostage?" loud enough to disturb the congregation and throw the priest off his game.
It all ended in a mêlée from which I emerged victorious, but still my outraged ranting fell on deaf ears. The cousins clearly escaped on their own and, after that, no one wanted to talk about it. I resorting to taunting them about the asswhippings I'd given out just to get some sort of response. Then Uncle Ted collapsed and began bleeding from his nose and mouth and suddenly the concern became about getting him into an ambulance before it was too late.
So yeah, going to try to make it through the night without resorting to any more little red pills. I have to say getting a second nasty lingery cold barely a month after the last is only fueling my folk theory that warm winters are the worst for illness. But here it is, above freezing again and predicted to stay that way at least through Saturday, though next week we may see some relief.
This time, it wasn't zombies like the previous night, it was my own family. Or rather people I understood to be my own family. The only members who were really recognisable were my sister, mother, and grandmother. But it was the menfolk I was actually fighting, and they were so generic I couldn't keep their names straight. (At one point my mother used "Jim" for the guy I'd been calling "John"; only later did it occur to me that I'd originally been calling him "Ted". At least we all agreed his wife's name was "Mel".)
I have to say, they brought it on themselves: one of them (or an evil priest working in concert with him) led all my younger cousins to a disused chapel in the lower level of the family church. To what purpose, I dunno, but I had no choice other than to crash the Christmas mass going on upstairs. The uncles prevented me from reaching the altar, but I was close enough to scream things like "What's the Hebrew for hostage?" loud enough to disturb the congregation and throw the priest off his game.
It all ended in a mêlée from which I emerged victorious, but still my outraged ranting fell on deaf ears. The cousins clearly escaped on their own and, after that, no one wanted to talk about it. I resorting to taunting them about the asswhippings I'd given out just to get some sort of response. Then Uncle Ted collapsed and began bleeding from his nose and mouth and suddenly the concern became about getting him into an ambulance before it was too late.
So yeah, going to try to make it through the night without resorting to any more little red pills. I have to say getting a second nasty lingery cold barely a month after the last is only fueling my folk theory that warm winters are the worst for illness. But here it is, above freezing again and predicted to stay that way at least through Saturday, though next week we may see some relief.
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