I have escaped, momentarily, from my king-sized prison and its 500-thread count sheets and my jailer, a slightly pissed-off cat.
You see, I slept NOT AT ALL last night due to a hacking cough that, at 4 AM, I was convinced had separated my tongue and loosened my lungs. Dizzily, I climbed the stairs and got dressed and made Harry (who slept through ever single coughing fit I had even though they have begun to sound eerily like dying seal barks) take me to the Now Care center down the street from our house.
Walking in, they took me immediately back and I am now the pround owner of some strong yet-yummy flavored cough syrup and a kinda scary inhaler.
One of these days, I'm gonna be a real girl. Until then I'll continue on my way as a drugged-up sicky.
Hope all is well in J-land and promise that as soon as my brain cells are released from the sickness coma they're currently surrounded in - I'll write something more entertaining.