Stupid plague

Wednesday, August 10th, 2005 | Life in Czeltistan

So it’s not a sinus infection, just some run-of-the-mill skull-based plague. I guess I should be thankful for that. And yet, somehow, I’m still not happy. Oh, sure, I’m kind of getting used to not actually being able to hear anything — which was very helpful in allowing me to sleep through the noise of my neighbor’s roofers yesterday (best roofer quote of the day: “I’m afraid of heights.”) — and I’m liking the part where people are staying away from me without me having to threaten them in any way. I’m also quite fond of the large number of hours I’ve spent sleeping in the past few days and enjoy that I read an entire book during my few waking hours yesterday. What I’m not amused by is the spacey medicated feeling and the fact that things just don’t taste right. For most foods, I don’t really care that much. But the inability to taste peanut butter or Coke or the donut I had this morning is just depressing. Taking away my comfort foods’ taste when I’m in need of comfort seems sort of cruel.

1 Comment to Stupid plague


comrade….i’ve just returned from the dead from the same plague. it was wicked. i hope you’re on the other side of it now.

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