Thursday, February 28, 2008

Nyquil... Awwww Yeaaaah


A few days ago, it snowed. And since the local lawnmower shop hired a complete horse’s ass who fucked up literally over a dozen snow-blowers that had come in for repairs during his short 2 day employment, I had to shovel snow the old fashioned way. No big deal. I’m a healthy, red blooded American male. I shoveled it without a problem, and worked up a decent sweat doing so, which caused me to catch a slight case of germs… terrific

Now, my constitution is quite adequate most of the time so I ignored the warning signs of this upcoming invasion. Nine times out of ten, I can just sleep it off, However, on the morning of the second day, I awoke with the feeling in the back of my sinuses as if there was some congestion between my nose and my throat. I wandered in to the bathroom to brush my teeth, but the only thing on my mind was a childlike anticipation of what this was going to look like. What I snorted out is something that can only be described as a collection of sickly mucus chowder (great name for a band, by the way). It hit the bathroom sink with every bit the attitude of a women’s rights activist. So clearly I need to take care of this. I’ll be damned if I’m going to let the Lifetime Network invade my head. I hit the store for a bottle of God’s opium…. that’s right… sweet, sweet NyQuil!

So for the past two days, I’ve been sleeping like it’s my job. The only downside to this is it feels like I’m carrying a sack of bricks and my ass is dragging three feet behind me. I small price to pay for ridding myself of these cursed germs. I’ll be back to 100% in no time.

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