Wednesday, August 31
To Comfort a Cold
adrock2xander is 7 months 0 days without a cigarette.
Profitting BIG TIME through eBay: 122 days left.
Dressed for 10 days in a pair of trackies...a cotton tee and 2 oversized cashmere jumpers while divin hastily under the 'dooner' with the heater on is an activity i'll gladly trade for a pack of cigarettes...
Yes that's how pathetic the common cold can make you feel...you'll gladly pick up an old habit just to rid yaself of the cold...
It came several weeks ago...i was boastin to myself that i'll never catch the cold...my reputation built firmly on a body that was resistant to viruses in the tropical climate of Singapore...i'd obviously given the temperate chill of Melbourne an arrogant look over...and that didnt please Miss Influenza one bit...
The signs were ominous...a wave of influenza makes its annual pilgrimage to Victoria...i knew it was around...but i had a good tropical health record..."Nah i'll be just bloody fine"...
Then it hit me...i tell ya...when you eat ya own humble pie...you feel like convertin to religion and ask God for forgiveness...coz barely 3 days into my arrogant streak i succumbed to the wily charms of Miss Influenza...i tell ya...that foxy vixen is one hell of a woman...
Within hours the mundane trips to the kitchen for a cup of water became a fuckin chore...collapsin into the bed with a tissue stuffed into my nose and listenin to the drone of ya own wheezin became ya daily routine...you became best friends with the Kleenex...and paracetemol (im allergic to aspirin) swops a couple of day shifts for a week-long stint in Sickville...
It got to the point where i was gulpin down paracetemol that was several years old...i believe ive read somewhere that old medicine's just a prop...you're better takin a placebo...but i was too fuckin buggered to care...
Then there's the hackin cough...like a piston a glob of phlegm traverses ya throat...with its sole intent of irritatin the fuck out of me only overshadowed by the grossness of the color...GREEN! Fuckin GREEN phlegm! ACCCK! EEEWW! That also means...my throat's got an infection...and infection = not good...
But you know what takes the cake? Strippin into ya birthday suit to shower...as if shiverin and sweatin aint enough...you've gota deal with the chilly winter days and frosty winter nights...jumpin into the hot water isnt a comfort...coz ya only delayin the inevitable...and that is steppin out of the shower in the cold while towel-dryin yaself...
God sure has a sense of humor...
adrock2xander is 7 months 0 days without a cigarette.
Profitting BIG TIME through eBay: 122 days left.
Dressed for 10 days in a pair of trackies...a cotton tee and 2 oversized cashmere jumpers while divin hastily under the 'dooner' with the heater on is an activity i'll gladly trade for a pack of cigarettes...
Yes that's how pathetic the common cold can make you feel...you'll gladly pick up an old habit just to rid yaself of the cold...
It came several weeks ago...i was boastin to myself that i'll never catch the cold...my reputation built firmly on a body that was resistant to viruses in the tropical climate of Singapore...i'd obviously given the temperate chill of Melbourne an arrogant look over...and that didnt please Miss Influenza one bit...
The signs were ominous...a wave of influenza makes its annual pilgrimage to Victoria...i knew it was around...but i had a good tropical health record..."Nah i'll be just bloody fine"...
Then it hit me...i tell ya...when you eat ya own humble pie...you feel like convertin to religion and ask God for forgiveness...coz barely 3 days into my arrogant streak i succumbed to the wily charms of Miss Influenza...i tell ya...that foxy vixen is one hell of a woman...
Within hours the mundane trips to the kitchen for a cup of water became a fuckin chore...collapsin into the bed with a tissue stuffed into my nose and listenin to the drone of ya own wheezin became ya daily routine...you became best friends with the Kleenex...and paracetemol (im allergic to aspirin) swops a couple of day shifts for a week-long stint in Sickville...
It got to the point where i was gulpin down paracetemol that was several years old...i believe ive read somewhere that old medicine's just a prop...you're better takin a placebo...but i was too fuckin buggered to care...
Then there's the hackin cough...like a piston a glob of phlegm traverses ya throat...with its sole intent of irritatin the fuck out of me only overshadowed by the grossness of the color...GREEN! Fuckin GREEN phlegm! ACCCK! EEEWW! That also means...my throat's got an infection...and infection = not good...
But you know what takes the cake? Strippin into ya birthday suit to shower...as if shiverin and sweatin aint enough...you've gota deal with the chilly winter days and frosty winter nights...jumpin into the hot water isnt a comfort...coz ya only delayin the inevitable...and that is steppin out of the shower in the cold while towel-dryin yaself...
God sure has a sense of humor...
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