So, on that last post, I tried channeling Jenny Lawson, The Bloggess. I figured that, as long as I was kicked to the curb by a cold and was dazed by cough syrup, why not at least see what my writing was like under those conditions. Right? (Yes, yes, it’s a rhetorical question – I know the Right Answer is “Hell no, you should get in bed and go right to sleep!” But indulge me).

Well, had a grand old time of it and hit “post” about four hours ago, then went in to brush my teeth and noticed that the wrapper was still on our new bottle of Nyquil – I retraced the evening’s events and determined (with Devon’s help) that I’d neglected actually taking the cough syrup some time ago (I really did enlist D’s help – it’s nasty stuff, and I didn’t want to risk taking it twice. But we were pretty sure, so I popped the wrapper off and measured out a dose (“Are you sure it’s three tablespoons? That seems like a helluva lot!”)

Down the hatch, followed by a few cups of water then off to bury myself in that elaborate nest of pillows I’ve come into the habit of building myself when I sleep. So far, so good.

The next bit of memory is a bit hazy – imagine you’re below the streets of Athens, and the Colt is getting squeezed through the miles of convoluted piping like an enormous metal spitwad propelled through a straw, smashing against corners before getting caught in the stream and hurtling on to the next collision. You’re not sure whether you’re in the Colt, or whether you are the Colt, or maybe you’re just the stream. All you know is that it’s loud, painful and suffocating, and you have no idea of when or where it’s going to end. At some point, though, you’re spit out of the system into an outdoor fountain and lie there, gasping for breath. You’re exhausted and drenched in a cold sweat, your teeth still chattering uncontrollably. If you look around, you realize that you are at home, in bed, but Athens and the swirling confusion are as close as just closing your eyes again.

[This has been a doozy of a cold, but it looks like the fever broke around 3 this morning, so I think I’m through the worst of it. Why am I blogging this?]

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