Glory Be!

The word spread fast around Southern Charm this morning, for nothing travels faster than good news.

"Glory be, for the Laird has arisen from his (almost) deathbed and is well on his way to full recovery"

No one fully understands - and I don't mean to be a drama queen about this - but when I get sick, I really feel awfully sick. It doesn't help one bit that I'm a hypochondriac either... Sometimes I can laugh at myself, but that is only afterward not while it lasts.

Oh poor me, but thank the Babylonians, it's over for this time. 

Another Uncommon Cold

So I am off work for a few days and have a full to-do list and what happens? I am suddenly hit with the uncommon cold! For some strange reason this always occurs when I am off work, there is most likely a reasonable explanation for it but I am to weak and frustrated to care.

Some American porn model standing in for the laird

American Indians were killed off in droves by the common cold when the Europeans started colonizing their continents. The uncommon cold is their payback and only hits men of clan McMillan. It is not fatal, but makes us feel like shit with a fever and runny noses and has us coughing, sniveling and complaining loudly all over the place.

Don't mention chicken soup, I detest everything that has to do with those ugly, smelly and foul creatures.

Report From A Sickbed 3 & Final

Already when I opened my eyes this morning (loosely interpreted) I could feel there was a change, not only was I in a good mood and well rested but I could feel no pain anywhere. I could actually get out of bed without the slightest pain too.

"Branches of Almond tree in Bloom" by Vincent van Gogh

I have been bored to death with myself, so I decided enough-is-enough and I am now officially off the sick list and bouncing back.

Although I need to catch up with what has been happening in first life and SecondLife I hope to immerse myself in SecondLife this evening. Hope to see y'all later!

Report From A Sickbed 2

French hot dog
with mayonnaise 

Nothing much happening, I´m still in pain but think it is getting better until it starts hurting again. Yesterday I ended up in a sort of "high" for about six hours through mixing too many over-the-counter Swedish painkillers. I know I laid down to sleep on my bed, but I woke up in a couch.

I actually didn't believe that this could happen with Swedish over-the-counter drugs, which are much weaker than the ones sold without prescriptions in the United States or anywhere else in the world, but now I know, so that was the last time I mix three drugs, I am sticking to the two-drug-combos from then on.

Physical pain has always made me angry and irritated and at the time being I am sick of it. I never cry when I am in physical pain but still feel like a whining wimp and that´s what pisses me.

Yesterday, I also got flowers and presents delivered to me, which was sort of sweet, but is that really what we (meaning I) want when we (me again) feel like shit and want to be left alone? Well, people mean well I guess.

After reading Zigadena Gabardini´s order to "eat something" in the comments, I actually walked to a gas station nearby in the middle of the night and bought what is called a "French hot dog" here, its a sausage shoved into what the gas-station claims to be a piece of baguette (but it really is just a piece of white fluffy bread). I ate almost all of it, well three-quarters at least.