oh my god. now that i've made up for all the lost sleep from last week, things are slowly drifting into my mind that i cannot believe actually occurred.
firstly, i would like to say i dreamt this afternoon in a 3 minute nap that i was paris hilton's personal assistant. i think need to have my dreams analysed. i'm the only one in my workplace who isn't paris obsessed and i really don't care to talk about her more than maybe once every 3 months in passing, and i'm having dreams about her. what the hell, anyway...
ok, back to my original story, i remembered today while at work what i did last week in my psychotic non sleep period due to coughing. i went to sleep taking cough medicine, it looked like there was 10 mls left in the bottle, so i just poured it down my throat. a drop touched my tongue. literally. i pulled the bottle away from my mouth and looked again. it looked like there was medicine in there... by this time i was nearly breaking out in a sweat because it was too late to go out to buy more and all the shops were closed. upon inspecting the bottle under the light i realised that it wasn't medicine it was the thick glass base.
then i really started sweating. i was so tired and i needed that medicine.
ok. let's try other things to stop coughing.
as much as i am anti-tablets unless they're herbal, i didn't care that night. i took panadol even though i know under a normal rested condition that it does s**t all of coughs.
i went to bed... i coughed... i sat up in bed with pillows propped up behind me... i coughed... i got up and made tea with lemon and went to bed... i coughed... i got up and drank boiling water with lemon... i coughed... i got up and found in an old handbag a dubious looking sachet of lemsip, i drank it and went to bed... i coughed... i got up and poured honey into my throat... i coughed.
then i figured the only time i stopped coughing was when i was eating or drinking. aha! i jumped up for the millionth time and went to the pantry. the only lollies i could find was a 2 year old jar of castlemaine rock, which are hard boiled lollies. my plan was to suck on it and fall asleep. i wasn't even afraid of choking on it and no one hearing and dying... death at that stage was preferable to coughing any more.
the lollies were stuck.
because they'd been they're for so long they'd fused together into one giant rock. i grabbed a pen and tried to prise one of the lollies off the others. the pen broke. i tried with the other side of the pen. it broke too. i then grabbed a pair of scissors (this was a 4.47am) pushing...pushing...pushing...POP! a massive lolly flew out of jar and onto... i have no idea. i heard it land somewhere in my room, but the lollies are the same colour as my carpet. i finally gave up and went to bed and waited for 9am to go buy more cough medicine.
so now i'm in my room trying to find a trail of ants that will lead me to the much anticipated lolly.
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