tysolna: (no thanks)
I got myself some anti-cough-meds (we're playing in a pub; smokling here is still allowed; I don't want to start coughing in the middle of a solo), and, conscientious user that I am, I read the package insert.
These meds stop me from coughing. They can also make me slighly tired, nervous, and sick to the stomach, which is wonderful for a gig, and I might become addicted to them.
(Oh, but they have honey in them so they must be good!)
I wonder if the adverse effects don't outweigh the usefulness. I think I'll continue to suck on the Isla Moos lozenges for now.
tysolna: (lazy woman)
Just in time, I remembered that I still have a 5 Euro voucher at amazon.de, which would have run out tomorrow (I took part in their online survey, and everyone who took part got that voucher). So I finally bought Diane Duane's "Wizard's Holiday", for a whopping 1,49. Yay!

Still sick, still running a temperature, still voiceless. Sick sucks. There's a concert tonight I was planning to go to, but now my mom is getting the ticket. Bleh.

Still, today, there is a lot more Yay! than Bleh. And that is good.
tysolna: (just the eye)
The problem with being in bed / asleep for most of the day is that you can't sleep at night. So here I am again (and no, you won't get any in-depth babblings about stuff this time), a bit tired, ears woolly from blowing my nose (danm those eustachian tubes), slightly high form the cough drops, my eyes red and swollen, having the midnight munchies, and I just cut my thumb on a can of peanuts.
It's only the cough drops, I swear!
Hang on, got blood on my keyboard...
...much better with a band-aid.
Anyway, the good news is that I can swallow again without my throat being on fire. My voice is still almost nonexistent, though, which means that I communicate like a dolphin most of the time- with clicks and whistles. Which can also be fun. And confuses the cat.
I am not worrying about the gig on Friday, I'll definitely be able to play there, but I'll as definitely not sing. I want to ruin neither my voice nor the enjoyment of the audience.

There was a party tonight that I so much wanted to go to.
tysolna: (laughing cricket)
When life hands you a lemon, make lemonade.
When you've got a sore throat that makes your voice almost unrecognizable, call a friend at work and pretend to be someone else. It works, and it's hella fun.
tysolna: (cyber cold)
Yes, I know there are worse things in life, the universe and everything, but it transpires that the virus which has plagued our band's drummer for the past two weeks has chosen me as its new home. For the first time in what seems to be ages, I have a fever, my voice is all but gone, and has taken my brain with it. Wahey. Someone pass me the 2-(acetyloxy)benzoic acid, I'll be off to bed, watching Princess Bride with my eyes closed. At least my ears still work.


May. 31st, 2006 11:31 am
tysolna: (Feld)
I'm freezing, my fingernails are blue (and not from any kind of colouring, mind), my back, arms and legs hurt, I'm sniffling. I'll have to go buy cat food, but then, I will probably spend the rest of the day in bed with a hot-water bottle, tea and a good book.


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