Chicken soup is for the weak! THE WEAK!!pygmalion_May 4 2004, 06:55:36 UTC
You require chilli. I recommend about a pint of really fucking hot tom yum goong, always sorts me right out. Endorphins and nourishing soup and general yum.
Heh, General Yum! *Salutes*
Sounds like you're feeling better which is always a good thing. Did you make with the fever though? In a slightly perverse way I've always looked forward to that part of being sick. Gentle little hallucinations floating around though my head. I do remember one time getting quite a bad fever, I'd just bought Mezzanine (by Massive Attack, though I'm sure you know that) and my last rational thought before crawling into bed was to put it in my stereo - on repeat and random. So I ended up tossing and sweating, drifting in and out of conciousness and reality, with random snatches of tripped out beats. To this day that album still makes me feel a little like the whole world is spinning a little strangely.
Re: Chicken soup is for the weak! THE WEAK!!tinkerbelle1May 5 2004, 07:59:20 UTC
MmMmm chili. My momma makes the best chili. We usually don't make it too hot becuase we like to be able ot actually taste the food. But yes, hot would be good, I like hot things :)
I was better, but now I'm worse. I think I'm going to the doctor on Thursday, that'll be one week since I got sick. I was slightly feverish today and yesterday, but sunday I had a bad fever. I never get hallucinations. Peter got really sick once (105 temperature) and he had hallucinations about bugs on his pillow...I'd die man....I hate bugs. But anyway, yeah I've made with the tossing and turning, sweating and coughing. Blech :( I did take some more of that wonder cough syrup though. I wish they made that in pill form. mMmMm...I'm sure they do..but it's probably not legal ;) Anywhooooooo...yeah :) Thanks for caring :)
Re: Chicken soup is for the weak! THE WEAK!!pygmalion_May 5 2004, 11:00:55 UTC
One of my little brothers once got pneumonia, and Mum made with the "you're not really sick! In my day we'd bleed from every oriface and STILL go to school." Any way she just sent him off to bed, but he came screaming into the familly room an hour or two later waving his hands in the air to chase away the flying things that were chasing him, then started moaning and tried to dig a hole through our slate floor...with his HEAD. 'Twas particularly unpleasant for him.
Anyway, cheer up sweetums...it'll all be ok. And before you know it, it'll be summer!
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Heh, General Yum! *Salutes*
Sounds like you're feeling better which is always a good thing. Did you make with the fever though? In a slightly perverse way I've always looked forward to that part of being sick. Gentle little hallucinations floating around though my head.
I do remember one time getting quite a bad fever, I'd just bought Mezzanine (by Massive Attack, though I'm sure you know that) and my last rational thought before crawling into bed was to put it in my stereo - on repeat and random. So I ended up tossing and sweating, drifting in and out of conciousness and reality, with random snatches of tripped out beats. To this day that album still makes me feel a little like the whole world is spinning a little strangely.
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I was better, but now I'm worse.
I think I'm going to the doctor on Thursday, that'll be one week since I got sick. I was slightly feverish today and yesterday, but sunday I had a bad fever.
I never get hallucinations. Peter got really sick once (105 temperature) and he had hallucinations about bugs on his pillow...I'd die man....I hate bugs.
But anyway, yeah I've made with the tossing and turning, sweating and coughing. Blech :(
I did take some more of that wonder cough syrup though. I wish they made that in pill form. mMmMm...I'm sure they do..but it's probably not legal ;)
Anywhooooooo...yeah :)
Thanks for caring :)
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Any way she just sent him off to bed, but he came screaming into the familly room an hour or two later waving his hands in the air to chase away the flying things that were chasing him, then started moaning and tried to dig a hole through our slate floor...with his HEAD. 'Twas particularly unpleasant for him.
Anyway, cheer up sweetums...it'll all be ok. And before you know it, it'll be summer!
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That makes what I have seem like nothing, I guess I should be grateful.
Your poor brother, how old was he when this happened ?
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