Fish, all weirdness aside I'm kind of glad to be up-and-doing-something... and unfortunately my body still isn't agreeing with me any more than the phone and the rug-thing in the bathroom and the bit of something that managed to get caught in my foot. I'm supposed to clean the room today, and I fully intend to do so, but blood-prints aren't a good idea and dammit, I'm tired...

...which means that instead of cleaning at the moment I'm sitting VERY still, trying not to pass out again. Yes, again.I'm allergic to something - I don't know what but I know it's a surface/contact reaction - and am going absolutely batty with itching now. I've got some benadryl (which is spelled wrong but I don't care, it's easier to just keep going and explaining than to go hunt up the box to see how it's spelled) spray (did I lose anyone there?) that I can't find and have the horrible feeling I threw away, two benadryl pills that I DID find that are now in my tummy, and a nose-inhaler-thingie that helped last night but isn't helping as much this morning.

Evil itching.

I would, in case anyone is curious, trade the itching for flat-out pain any day. I'm used to pain. I can DO something about pain. Itching? No. And NO. And NONONONONONONONONO. *catches her breath*

Fish, I'm going to post this, finish drinking the caffeinated root beer that's in my cup and use it to take the last of the two I found as well as some caffeine, liver-pill-thingie, and anti-seizure meds. After that?

*sighs pitifully* ...after that I shall be forced to stumble about the room doing the work of a slave girl, punished if I don't clean as ordered...

*snickers*

...and I'm even going to DO it. Shocking, isn't it?

*pads off, yawning sleepily since the amatryp only gave her two hours of sleep so far*