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Feb. 20th, 2006 03:02 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bzarcherThe only bad part about driving myself to the Giant to get more meds (screw the generics - this time we go to Extra Strength Chloraseptic and Green Death NyQuil (it's coming for your WIFE) so I can sleep through the damn night) is that I am now too awake to go back to bed, even though my throat finally stopped hurting and I can breathe a bit.
...Masonite board. Fuck!
...Masonite board. Fuck!
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Date: 2006-02-20 06:24 pm (UTC)Because it's not a drug.
It's LIFE.
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Date: 2006-02-20 07:19 pm (UTC)Unfortunately, once I woke, my voice sounded like Hell's Rusty Voicebox, so Lisa called me in sick to work and sent me back to bed until a doctor's appointment could be scheduled. I'm now medicated and once again lethargic, and I have 240 mls of LIDOCAINE. Death in clear viscous form.
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Date: 2006-02-20 11:37 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-02-21 01:17 am (UTC)