Damn you, Mr B!

I do love my bloke. He has many sterling qualities, but one thing that I could live without is the fact that he always gives me whatever plague he brings home. In fact, in future, I am going to quarantine him in the study the minute he looks peaky.

So my laryngitis turned out to be influenza (my own fault, I forgot to get a shot this year, doubly stupid because the previous shots were fabbo and protected me against all sorts of plaguey people). I have been keeping myself awake with coughing since the weekend, and staggered up the road today to get some suppressant that will allow me to sleep. They gave me two types and a list of instructions and advice to read the warnings, which I dutifully followed.

The daytime suppressant made me drowsy and let me sleep for six hours, before waking up again and coughing like a bastard. I decided to take another dose of that one, since I need to wake up tomorrow, and given the nighttime one is meant to be better at making you sleep, it will probably be too strong (I am a delicate wee petal when it comes to drug/body interactions.)

Now I cannot feel my lips. They're not tingling or swelling, my throat is not closing up, I feel otherwise perfectly fine, I just can't feel my lips. It's as though I have had a double shot of Cointreau on ice, which also renders my lips numb (though without the descending drunkeness of 60mL of liquor). Not one of those sheets of paper has a warning on it saying NUMB LIPS: panic!, so I think I will be fine, but still, this is the MOST RIDICULOUS SIDE EFFECT EVER.

And I have a meeting with the egg people who I want to buy lots of ads on Thursday, so if things have not improved by then, I will have to choose between coughing like a consumptive through the whole thing, or else saying 'Hurrow, blsd t' m't yu.' and not being able to drink anything, due to dribbling issues.

I foresee a distinct cooling in my relationship with the ad team. Maybe if I conduct the meeting in mime? Or have them tell the client 'Look, the editor tried Botox for the first time, don't say anything!'

OOOH! I know! I'll start the meeting with cocktails, then EVERYONE will be in the same boat! GENIUS! Right. Problem solved, back to bed.

Damn you, Mr B!

I do love my bloke. He has many sterling qualities, but one thing that I could live without is the fact that he always gives me whatever plague he brings home. In fact, in future, I am going to quarantine him in the study the minute he looks peaky.

So my laryngitis turned out to be influenza (my own fault, I forgot to get a shot this year, doubly stupid because the previous shots were fabbo and protected me against all sorts of plaguey people). I have been keeping myself awake with coughing since the weekend, and staggered up the road today to get some suppressant that will allow me to sleep. They gave me two types and a list of instructions and advice to read the warnings, which I dutifully followed.

The daytime suppressant made me drowsy and let me sleep for six hours, before waking up again and coughing like a bastard. I decided to take another dose of that one, since I need to wake up tomorrow, and given the nighttime one is meant to be better at making you sleep, it will probably be too strong (I am a delicate wee petal when it comes to drug/body interactions.)

Now I cannot feel my lips. They're not tingling or swelling, my throat is not closing up, I feel otherwise perfectly fine, I just can't feel my lips. It's as though I have had a double shot of Cointreau on ice, which also renders my lips numb (though without the descending drunkeness of 60mL of liquor). Not one of those sheets of paper has a warning on it saying NUMB LIPS: panic!, so I think I will be fine, but still, this is the MOST RIDICULOUS SIDE EFFECT EVER.

And I have a meeting with the egg people who I want to buy lots of ads on Thursday, so if things have not improved by then, I will have to choose between coughing like a consumptive through the whole thing, or else saying 'Hurrow, blsd t' m't yu.' and not being able to drink anything, due to dribbling issues.

I foresee a distinct cooling in my relationship with the ad team. Maybe if I conduct the meeting in mime? Or have them tell the client 'Look, the editor tried Botox for the first time, don't say anything!'

OOOH! I know! I'll start the meeting with cocktails, then EVERYONE will be in the same boat! GENIUS! Right. Problem solved, back to bed.