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Shenanigans at cellular level
15 years ago
Damages caused by impacts from objects or clumsiness aren't that bad, because you can always use crutches or pain killers. But when you get invaded at cellular level it's a whole different thing. Pills don't take away the energy draining feeling, and crutches are as effective like the gibberish from Gilbert Gottfried.
My throat was a bit sore yesterday when I went to bed, had intense dreams and woke up drenched in sweat. I guess it's that time of year again. The sticky, dark yellow mucus I cough up looks like aborted monster fetuses. And the aftertase they give reminds me about the dream I had. Dreams caused by internal sickness have the bad habit of being insane and disturbing.
The dream I had tonight was gut grinding. For some reason I wanted to amputate my left leg from just beneath my hip. So I took a circular saw to the kitchen, put my leg over the stove, and started to cut down in my thigh. But the bone wouldn't give in, and the loss of blood made me give up the attempt. I poured some disinfectant over the gaping wound and put some sticky strips over.
All the blood from the operation had been running down in a big casserole of iron. I had nothing better to do so I just threw in some chopped up vegetables and meat and made some stew. All my blood got absorbed by the vegetables, the entire dish was bloodred and slimy. The heat from the stove made me thirsty, but no matter how much water I drank I was still thirsty. The heat was intense, and the glorping sounds from the cooking stew drilled it's way into my ears.
In the end I sat down by the table with a nude guy looking like John Candy. His throat was cut open and every time he tried to swallow the food it just fell out from the open wound together with his own mucus and saliva. The stuff that fell out landed on my plate and I was forced to eat it. The heat wouldn't go away, the thirst was painful, and the glorping sounds was still going on in my head.
Then i woke up, all sweaty, dried up in my throat, head aching, knee aching, no energy at all. It is under circumstances like this that I really get the reminder on how lucky I am that I don't have it like this all the time. But it still sucks being sick. Right now Im as entertaining as a bowl of water. I'm just glad that it's still cold outside, or else I would have bursted out in spontaneous combustion.
Tomorrow I'm going to the mall to cough on people.
Spread the love brother, spread the love.
My throat was a bit sore yesterday when I went to bed, had intense dreams and woke up drenched in sweat. I guess it's that time of year again. The sticky, dark yellow mucus I cough up looks like aborted monster fetuses. And the aftertase they give reminds me about the dream I had. Dreams caused by internal sickness have the bad habit of being insane and disturbing.
The dream I had tonight was gut grinding. For some reason I wanted to amputate my left leg from just beneath my hip. So I took a circular saw to the kitchen, put my leg over the stove, and started to cut down in my thigh. But the bone wouldn't give in, and the loss of blood made me give up the attempt. I poured some disinfectant over the gaping wound and put some sticky strips over.
All the blood from the operation had been running down in a big casserole of iron. I had nothing better to do so I just threw in some chopped up vegetables and meat and made some stew. All my blood got absorbed by the vegetables, the entire dish was bloodred and slimy. The heat from the stove made me thirsty, but no matter how much water I drank I was still thirsty. The heat was intense, and the glorping sounds from the cooking stew drilled it's way into my ears.
In the end I sat down by the table with a nude guy looking like John Candy. His throat was cut open and every time he tried to swallow the food it just fell out from the open wound together with his own mucus and saliva. The stuff that fell out landed on my plate and I was forced to eat it. The heat wouldn't go away, the thirst was painful, and the glorping sounds was still going on in my head.
Then i woke up, all sweaty, dried up in my throat, head aching, knee aching, no energy at all. It is under circumstances like this that I really get the reminder on how lucky I am that I don't have it like this all the time. But it still sucks being sick. Right now Im as entertaining as a bowl of water. I'm just glad that it's still cold outside, or else I would have bursted out in spontaneous combustion.
Tomorrow I'm going to the mall to cough on people.
Spread the love brother, spread the love.
Sharing is caring, after all.
Sick dreams are horrible. But when you are in that half-awake state while hallucinating/dreaming it is really awful.
Get well soon, matey...
I think the total amount of mucus I've coughed up today equals the same mass as a small carton of egg cream.
*COUGH* *COUGH*
Wheeeew....
And pass on sitting on your knee... can I plonk myself in your lap and wriggle around a lot instead?
You can wiggle as much as you want on my lap while I shower you with moisture from my coughs.
Ah, viniljekrem... jeg forstår nå, venner min!
I do like it, but it is no substitute for proper custard. Come to Oslo sometime, I will make you custard.... OM NOM NOM NOM....
Actually I am thinking of making some berry & custard pies at some stage. You should definitely come visit for those.
I want molesting and naughty moments in my dreams, not Hells Kitchen; literally version.
And hermaphrodite Satan loves getting his boob grabbed, you didn't have to toss holy water on him. Save that for the old ladies in the grocery store that just HAVE to pay for their mountain of groceries with dimes and pennies.