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...I would rather not be awake.
I have two options: take meds to knock myself out, and wake up drowsy and feeling just as bad more than likely... or not take meds, stay awake, get infinitely more depressed, and possibly feel worse. The smart money here is on my heading back into the bedroom with some soda and attacking my pill bottles. *sigh* I just... meh. 'I just' a lot of things, and there's no real point in rehashing them.
So instead, I'll stare at the walls a little bit. Get some caffeine and liquid in me. Try not to throw up, start crying, or break anything. Pray I don't get another nosebleed - I was woken up by a oh-so-lovely gush of blood from my sinuses that had me choking and sputtering and thinking I was dying for a moment. I just lurve steroidal inhalers. *twitch* I no longer feel like someone's jackhammering my eyeballs and filling my head with razor wire and cotton wool, I just cough and sneeze blood and feel like I'm going to explode if I sit still for more than 30 seconds. I'm sure you can guess how very much I am NOT enjoying this.
Better than the headaches, I guess. Better than the hot-and-hotter flashes, the inability to breathe, and the lovely onset of feverish hallucinations I was getting for a little bit there. I swear, every freaking infection I've had lately has been a wannabe acid trip in the making. Grr.
So... ummm... oh, yeah. Shopping list.
Newman's Own chunky salsa, mild
two bags of corn chips, two bags of potato chips
canned peaches, canned mixed fruit
two packages pre-cooked chicken bits
one can three-bean-salad
one bottle of good balsalmic italian dressing
one loaf of french or sourdough bread
one bag of lettuce
one can of baby corn
one can of pickled beets
one can of wax beans
one can of pinto beans
two bottles of diet coke
one bottle of cranberry juice
two boxes fuzzipills
*looks over the list*
Yeah, that, plus what's in the house now, plus a few dollars so I can order an entree or two from the kickass indian place maybe, should be enough for while Caleb's off at his business conference thingie.
Meh. Now I really want italian salad dressing. Wonder what we've got in the kitchen. *pads off to check*
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