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blamebrampton) wrote2011-08-11 09:01 pm
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Impersonating an opera heroine, again!
I am healthy most of the time! But I don't mention that here, instead, only the plagues are spoken of.
This one is rather plaguey, I still have no voice, but now have a cough. I hope it is not the cough that Mr B has because he is onto his third antibiotic and has a codeine cough suppressant. Overachiever.
I had pomegranate with vanilla ice-cream to soothe my throat. The pomegranate had been in the fridge, so I had to give it a really good thump to knock all the seeds out, cutting it into sections, squeezing and thwacking it with a spoon. It was delicious.
I went to whisper to Mr Brammers about just how delicious it had been. He looked at me, concerned. 'How are you feeling?' he asked.
'Sick!'
'Do you have a fever?'
'Yes!' I said, pleased that he had noticed that I was poorly. 'I'm not enjoying it!'
'I think you might need to go up to the hospital ...'
'It's not that bad, it's just laryngitis, or a cold.'
He shook his head. 'You've come out in an awful rash!'
I ran to the bathroom to look in the mirror. I was, indeed, covered in red dots. I reached out my tongue and licked one off my chin. Yep. Pomegranate juice.
OK, that's the limit of my coherence for the day. I owe many comments, especially to the people who cheered me up immensely this afternoon with such lovely words. I believe my brain will return after a good sleep or two. Might nick a bit of the codeine ...
This one is rather plaguey, I still have no voice, but now have a cough. I hope it is not the cough that Mr B has because he is onto his third antibiotic and has a codeine cough suppressant. Overachiever.
I had pomegranate with vanilla ice-cream to soothe my throat. The pomegranate had been in the fridge, so I had to give it a really good thump to knock all the seeds out, cutting it into sections, squeezing and thwacking it with a spoon. It was delicious.
I went to whisper to Mr Brammers about just how delicious it had been. He looked at me, concerned. 'How are you feeling?' he asked.
'Sick!'
'Do you have a fever?'
'Yes!' I said, pleased that he had noticed that I was poorly. 'I'm not enjoying it!'
'I think you might need to go up to the hospital ...'
'It's not that bad, it's just laryngitis, or a cold.'
He shook his head. 'You've come out in an awful rash!'
I ran to the bathroom to look in the mirror. I was, indeed, covered in red dots. I reached out my tongue and licked one off my chin. Yep. Pomegranate juice.
OK, that's the limit of my coherence for the day. I owe many comments, especially to the people who cheered me up immensely this afternoon with such lovely words. I believe my brain will return after a good sleep or two. Might nick a bit of the codeine ...
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(Anonymous) 2011-08-11 02:13 pm (UTC)(link)*checks*
It's -i-. Too weary to log in again now!
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Glad your rash is edible!
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You are not well and clearly allowed to make a mess without noticing! yesterday I didn't notice my return flight from Denmark was to Stansted, not Gatwick - I was actually inside the terminal building in Stansted before I realised - somehow I missed the destination on my boarding pass/ flight boards/ announcements etc...
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Also, I highly recommend the codeine syrup for coughs. It always makes me happy.
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Perhaps you should consider the use of mime as expanding your repertoire...
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