So I'm nicely medicated now, taking industrial-strength cough syrup that the pharmacy warns me has addictive properties. I'm on antibiotics too. I wonder how many times I've been on antibiotics in my life. I easily remember a handful of ear infections as a child, with the yummy pink or yellow creamy syrup that I almost couldn't wait to take.
I can talk properly now, with only a little hoarseness. I'm still coughing a little bit, mostly when I change position (lying down to sitting up, for example) or if I haven't had a drink in a while.
See, the thing with codeine, they tell you, is that it makes you constipated. Well, I assume it does that through ridiculously intense dehydration (which halts proper bowel function, is my guess), because I have drunk more liquid in the last two days than I think in the last week combined. I'm not a big drinker; ask any of my friends. The only thing I can usually consume in copious amounts is tonic water or grapefruit juice. But in the past 48 hours I feel like I've drunk about a million little cups of water. And lemonade. And more water. I need to bring my own mug in to work, I think. Oh, and I need to eat some lentils or something.
On the plus side, I can now kiss my wonderfully supportive fiancé without worrying that I'm going to cough in his ear or accidentally blow snot onto his neck. And I can sleep. Underrated commodity, that. Wonderful, glorious sleep.
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I know how you feel, ahh glorious sleep, it's a commodity that most people for granted... Iused to until last year... sleep is nice.
I wonder how many times I've been on antibiotics in my life. I easily remember a handful of ear infections as a child, with the yummy pink or yellow creamy syrup that I almost couldn't wait to take.
Do you also remember the "mustard in warm water" because you thought the yellow creamy syrup was so good?
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Actually, it was purple grapey stuff in the second grade. I drank the rest of the bottle when I came home from school, and you made this delicious concoction. To this day I cannot eat mustard. I don't blame you: it's not 'cause you're a bad mother, because you're the very best mother in the world and you very rightly made me puke up my overdose. My lovely fiancé dreams of when I become pregnant and begin to crave the things I hate, namely mustard, pickles and lobster. *blagh*
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