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preparations

I'm feeling much better today.

That is, I still feel like shit, but at least I feel like nice shit instead of bad shit. My throat is still sore and it still hurts to talk. But the fever is gone, and my snot has started to drain out my nose instead of down my throat. And of course, the cough has arrived. Deep, loud, tuberculosis-like coughs which bring up gunky lumpy brown stuff.

And now that I've grossed everyone out... grin

My mom made a big deal about Echinacea and how I should take it. It's an herb that's supposed to boost your immune system. She gave me half a bottle of it, and I started taking it yesterday. It has one unexpected side effect, however: it gives me gas. Bad. Not stomach-clutching "ouch my intestines are turning inside out" gas, but the "silent deadly" gas that makes you sit up and say, "Whooooooeee! Where the hell did that stink come from?" I was in the shower last night and nearly gassed myself to death! I had to stick my head outside the shower curtain to keep from suffocating.

Hmm. Did I gross you out again?

I think I'll leave the Echinacea at home for my trip.

I'm still thoroughly pissed that I'm sick, but I think I've realized that there isn't anything I can do about it. Tomorrow I'm loading up with "on-the-road" sickbed supplies: a box of lotion-treated tissues, some saline nasal spray, some non-drowsy cough syrup, cough drops, some hard candy to suck on, a jug of water, and maybe some Gatorade if I can find my flavor (Strawberry Kiwi). Combine that with a small cooler of pop and I should be good to go.

My apartment is still a mess, but at this point I'm inclined to say, "Fuck it." I still need to rope someone into taking care of Jaws. I suppose my parents would do it. (Mental note: ask them tomorrow.)

Tonight I glanced over the Trip-Tik my Dad got for me, and added up the tolls. Check this out: round trip tolls will be about $26. WOW. That's, like... WOW. I am Not Happy. grr...

But I am so excited about finally getting to see Dave again that I'm willing to fork over just about anything. I've warned him that I won't be at my best when he sees me. I'll have cramps, and I'll be snotting and coughing, and I'll be broke. But damnit, I get to see him. I finally get to see him and hold him and tell him how much I love him.

I have a few odds and ends to tie up before I go into work tomorrow, and I'll pack after I get home. bounce bounce bounce

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