Happy NyQuil morning!

I would never do something so foolish as to say that this is the last sick-person post I'll write for this round of coughing/hacking, but I do feel like I'm nearing the end of this ordeal. As general symptoms subside, however, I am left with very specific points of irritation, like that spot just behind my tongue and to the right, where it feels like something is boring a hole from the inside of my throat out. It's this specific pain, which I somehow manage to mostly ignore during the day, that has been keeping me up at night lately. Sunday night I tossed and turned for too long before realizing I needed some big guns to kill the pain, so I had to just wait it out. Last night, I roused myself from a fitful doze at 11:30 p.m., and realized I had enough time to take some NyQuil and still be functional in the a.m. Woohoo!

Well, mostly functional. I've been at work for over an hour today, and haven't accomplished a damn thing except to get caught up on my flickr favorites.

I hate medicine. I mean, it's great when it takes away the pain and discomfort. But when you're left walking around in a cloud, unable to think or operate heavy machinery ... well, sometimes the choice between a clear head and lots of discomfort or less discomfort and a fuzzy head becomes less clear. Maybe because of the fuzzy head. I don't know. I can't wait till this is over.

Wah.