Tuesday, June 26, 2007

One Of THOSE Mornings And One Of THOSE Entries

I'm still struggling with this verchacte bronchitis, and frankly it's getting even more boring for me than it is for you. For realz. Trudging into work every day through torrential Winter rain is officially Not Helping me get rid of this thing. After one of the worst drought periods in history we now have been blessed with endless, endless rain. Or so it seems. Right now I'm starting to doubt that I may ever be completely dry again.

(Oh, and I become a drama queen when I'm sick. Prone to hyperbole.)

Yesterday I made it into the office, stayed an hour and a half, and then turned around and went home again. A total of nearly three hours of travel time for an hour and a half spent in the office. You know, something is not right with that equation and I should have just saved myself the bother. Hindsight, you know?

I feel a bit like that maiden aunt that does nothing but talk about her bad veins and bursitis at the moment. Middle of the night coughing fits do not good blog posts make. Hey kids, let's rap about sputum!

See?

17 comments:

Michael said...

I think it's consumption.

M-H said...

Consume or be consumed... Seriously, have you made a return visit to the dr? It should have cleared up by now, dude.

The Other Andrew said...

I feel so romantic all of a sudden. But it's not my tiny hand that's frozen, it's my ugly hobbit feet. Wet socks. Ugh.

Murphy Jacobs said...

Now that's quite the romantic dissipative condition. He'd need to be tucked up with a lace coverlet and a bone china pot of tea.

No fear, Andrew. Hearing about your cough is much more interesting than, say, hearing about an ingrown toenail.

The Other Andrew said...

M-H, I have a bad history with bronchitis. I'm really prone to it and I've had pluerisy and pneumonia a couple of times. I' so fragile! :) It is on the mend, but it's taking its merry time about it. The cold damp weather is part of the problem.

The Other Andrew said...

Sherri, I managed to mention my ugly feet even before I read your toenail comment. Snap! :)

Thombeau said...

Michael was only half-right: it's CONSPICUOUS consumption!

Poor dear...

My advice is to STOP SMOKING CRACK!!!

(It's hell on the bronchial tubes.)

Suddenly I'm reminded of Marisa Berenson in "Cabaret": "It's the plegma---it collects in de tubes."

...

See, you're not the only one who's sick...

The Other Andrew said...

Plegma! In de tubes!

Michael said...

I'm coming right down there, mister, to nurse you back to health. There'll be tea bags. And noodle soup. You'll be in the pink before you know it.

Michael said...

Speaking of bad feet, I called to get a pedi paired up with my Friday haircut, and they could NOT accomodate me! Said they are swamped by a wedding party coming in for spa treatments. I've said it before, but: fucking brides!

The Other Andrew said...

If you come here and nurse me, I promise to get better! Bring the soup, I can supply the teabag(s).

Never come between a queen and his pedi. Don't they know this?

Michael said...

If I get a black toenail from my long run this weekend, there'll be hell to pay! So yeah, me with lackluster toes and you with a fulminating pulmonary infection....we're quite a pair, eh?

Ur-spo said...

i still think you need lots of pampering.

The Other Andrew said...

Dr Spo, I agree!

Michael, if you get Black Toe I may need to reassess our relationship.

Anonymous said...

At least you didn't mention lung oysters!

Michael said...

Toenail! Not the whole toe. You'd never notice it anyway....it's summer here, remember? That means pink polish.

The Other Andrew said...

Pink polish eh? Was that like some Bratz gift with purchase? I'm seeing glitter.