in which i am sick. also stupid.
Mar. 5th, 2007 02:11 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
radfrac_archive"No," I said to ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
inlandsea, "I'd better not take ibuprofen at the same time as acetaminophen. It does weird things to me."
(I relate to my painkillers by their full names, not their brand nicknames, because their actions are so different in me. If I need ibuprofen for a tension headache, Tylenol isn't going to help.)
But my head hurt, you see. And I couldn't get comfortable. The acetaminophen cut the fever, but the headache was getting worse. So I waited until I'd finished the last three episodes of ROME, and then I took a loading dose of ibuprofen and lay down to sleep.
Which is how I come to be posting to LJ now. After I finished tearing up and bagging six months of old receipts, rebooking my dropped doctor's appointment, and writing out my new rent cheques for the landlord. I had to make myself get up and Do Things, or it would have been just quietly lying there in my own dread while I explained to myself, over and over again, that the racing heartbeat, asthmatic breathing, and swollen throat were all going to go away as soon as the drugs got out of my system.
And they are, and they are, all manner of things will be well, etc.
[rolls down window, sticks head out] MORON!
Now, even though I am covered in sick-sweat and still breathing like it's Ten Below*, I am going down to the used bookstore in the Village. I need a freaking prezzie, thanks much.
{rf}
*What's more Canadian? "Put on your toque, it's Ten Below!" or "Put on your toque, it's Minus Ten!"
inlandsea, "I'd better not take ibuprofen at the same time as acetaminophen. It does weird things to me."(I relate to my painkillers by their full names, not their brand nicknames, because their actions are so different in me. If I need ibuprofen for a tension headache, Tylenol isn't going to help.)
But my head hurt, you see. And I couldn't get comfortable. The acetaminophen cut the fever, but the headache was getting worse. So I waited until I'd finished the last three episodes of ROME, and then I took a loading dose of ibuprofen and lay down to sleep.
Which is how I come to be posting to LJ now. After I finished tearing up and bagging six months of old receipts, rebooking my dropped doctor's appointment, and writing out my new rent cheques for the landlord. I had to make myself get up and Do Things, or it would have been just quietly lying there in my own dread while I explained to myself, over and over again, that the racing heartbeat, asthmatic breathing, and swollen throat were all going to go away as soon as the drugs got out of my system.
And they are, and they are, all manner of things will be well, etc.
[rolls down window, sticks head out] MORON!
Now, even though I am covered in sick-sweat and still breathing like it's Ten Below*, I am going down to the used bookstore in the Village. I need a freaking prezzie, thanks much.
{rf}
*What's more Canadian? "Put on your toque, it's Ten Below!" or "Put on your toque, it's Minus Ten!"
