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Whoever designed human bodies to go runny under stress needs to be shot. I bloody hate having a cold, and four days of living next to a tissue stockpile is not improving my temper any.

Not to mention the minor hallucination that first night in which I had to listen to my nostrils talking about invading Poland. I mean, the hell?

To top it all off, my ever-present cough (which I've had for roughly half my life, apparently) has been exaccerbated to the point where my mother all but frog-marched me to the doctor about it. Once the cold clears up, I have to get an x-ray done, to see if there's something weird living in my chest. She (the doctor) listened to my breathing, and apparently I shouldn't have a cough at all, because nothing sounds wheezy or obstructed. *shrugs*

To summarise, therefore :  Week from Hell.

(no subject)

Whoever designed human bodies to go runny under stress needs to be shot. I bloody hate having a cold, and four days of living next to a tissue stockpile is not improving my temper any.

Not to mention the minor hallucination that first night in which I had to listen to my nostrils talking about invading Poland. I mean, the hell?

To top it all off, my ever-present cough (which I've had for roughly half my life, apparently) has been exaccerbated to the point where my mother all but frog-marched me to the doctor about it. Once the cold clears up, I have to get an x-ray done, to see if there's something weird living in my chest. She (the doctor) listened to my breathing, and apparently I shouldn't have a cough at all, because nothing sounds wheezy or obstructed. *shrugs*

To summarise, therefore :  Week from Hell.

And leaving off the TMI broadcast, I haven't been here for a while. My apologies, everyone, and hello again!