Hacking New Year!!
Every year for the past four consecutive years, I have contracted influenza in December . . . except I don’t recall signing a contract for this deal. Every four years. Always in December. I’m not talking about the sniffles, the ladylike little kitten sneezes, the faint echo of a mouse cough. I’m talking the 20-gallons-of-phlegm-per-hour, elephant-trumpeting-sobbing-bellows, crawling-to-the-bathroom-on-hands-and-knees, crying-in-pitiful-self-misery variety. My back is screaming from being prone for days on end. In the middle of this maelstrom of snot, my period started. I have swallowed nearly as many drugs in the past week as C0urtney L0ve on a first date. I think I’m actually in withdrawal now. I simply could not eat for three days (and believe me, I like my food!) and lost four pounds. Somebody cheerfully pointed out in the Pun of the Year “but on a lighter note, losing four pounds isn’t so bad”. Uh huh. Can’t argue with that one.
And thus starts the Domino Effect. The flu causes back pain … taking anti-inflammatories for the back pain stirs up the acid reflux … which will cause insomnia … which will lead to homicidal mood swings . . . which means no get-drunk-and-have-random-mediocre-sex-with-a-questionable-stranger (which carries an automatic Get Out of Jail Free Card as long as it is NYE or your birthday) . . . so, do you still want a body like mine?
Which brings us to the present moment, here I am on New Year’s Eve . . . hacking away like the Wicked Witch and actually planning to try to get out for a while tonight. I am exhausted and yet stir-crazy. I am seriously considering digging out a white tee-shirt and handwriting on it: “Do NOT kiss me at midnight. (I have the bubonic plague)”. No doubt some jackass will still try to plant the lip-lock on me anyway. I just hope he/she is a cute jackass with a great immune system.
Four.Years.In.A.Row. Look, I don’t know who you are or what I’ve done to piss you off, but please, put down the pin and step away from the fucking voodoo doll!!!!
Current Mood:
*hack*
December 31st, 2005 at 5:29 pm
*sung to the tune of Auld Lang Syne
Should allllllllll your plans…
be draped with snot…
As you start ‘06 anewwwwww,
don’t feel alone,
For I;m at home…
and I’ve got,
the same shit, tooooooooooooooo!
Happy new year, despite it all! Ack. My nostrils hurt and I think I just coughed up a superball.
January 1st, 2006 at 1:21 am
My God DK, you have the most ingenious dieting techniques. Happy New Year from Ohio!
January 1st, 2006 at 8:28 am
Egads! My mom get pneumonia every year but not in the same month every year. I went to a NYE party and didn’t drink a drop and the only sex I had was at home, with Hubby at the stroke of midnight.
Huh, huh-huh I said ’stroke’.
Hope you feel better soon, snothead. Happy New Year.
January 1st, 2006 at 10:06 pm
OK, I am a PC geek for a living so I got a WAY different first thought when I saw the hacking headline LoL.
Not that it helps, but the hacking, snotty thing is caost-to-coast baby. All of my friends and family have it to one degree or another (probably becasue I gave it to them for x-mas).
On behalf of guys everywhere, a LO of us would risk the flue for a kiss from a hot woman.
And finally, I need to loose a lot more than 4 pounds, and am always open to new ideas. But I think I’ll hold out for something a little less debilitating (like a chainsaw injury).
Welcome to 2006!
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January 1st, 2006 at 10:19 pm
You know what makes me feel better when I’m sick? Taking pictures of my naked cheast….and posting them, I know it sounds crazy but maybe it will work for you.
January 1st, 2006 at 11:00 pm
yup…still want your body! j/k sorry to hear that you’re hacking it up. I myself have been sick the last 3 NYE’s in a row but it hasn’t been quite as bad as yours so I won’t even go there. Maybe it’s a way for your body to say goodbye to the sickness of the year before and helllooo to a happy and healthy 2006…? Okay, weak attempt. I hope you had a good one anyway. Happy New Year!
January 3rd, 2006 at 10:27 am
Saltwater… That fixes it…