Tuesday, December 30, 2014

The inner workings of the mind


The diary of a lady who is sick and tired of being sick and tired.

 Brushing your teeth with a stuffy nose proves to be extremely difficult. One begins to wonder about the effectiveness of a cough drop: is my throat being coated or am I just numbing my tongue? After noticing the pile of toilet paper next to your chair,(a literal chair,that isn't code for the toilet. Is there any non-gross way to say blow your stuffy nose?) a thought about "the amount of trees cut down and how much has gone to waste" legitimately crosses your mind. (Since when did I become a "save Mother Earth" activist?) Last but not least, one contemplates and then executes a hypothesis; would the hot tea vapors escaping her teacup actually work as a nebulizer?

 As of late, I have become an expert, though ill qualified, in all matters that encompass self medicating (don't worry; all legal and over the counter); as well as an avid tea drinker. Three lives are dependent on me for survival, and thankfully I have yet to neglect those lives. Of course, I'm referencing my goldfish. I deem myself functionally exhausted.  Through these latest series of unfortunate events, I have drawn the conclusion that when you don't take time to rest/pause your body up and takes it upon itself to force you to slow down, by getting sick. So, here's to all the non-glamorous ways out body tells us to take five.