I am so fucking sick! There is only one box of tissue in the house, and I've been sick since tuesday but it got really bad yesterday. My nose is blocked and I can't breathe with the cough. And my voice is so nasal! This sucks, because I don't want to be Fran Drescher.

My dad suggested that I rub Vicks all over my feet and wear socks to sleep, to stop the coughing. It's so unconventional and annoying because I couldn't find socks that I could be comfortable with, and when I found them they're of two different colours. When I wore them, they became itchy around the ankles and I know that would kill me, since I already have many itchy bites to deal with. So I had to put on stockings instead. And socks on top of stockings, but the one on my right was so uncomfortable so I only slept with one sock. Another bad thing about this plan was that I had to go to the loo twice because I drank so much water before going to bed, so I had to take them off and put them on again.

But overall, it worked. I didn't cough so much in bed, so I could breathe through my mouth. So try it. If you have a bad cough, put Vicks all over your feet and wear socks after that.

I look pathetic when I am sick. Escpecially with this damn runny nose and disgusting boogies in the morning. And people laughing because I've got some tissue stuck in my nose. I need to get an x-ray.

And, MY BED IS STILL INFESTED BY UNKNOWN MYTHICAL CREATURES. I have vacuummed and steamed my mattress, dumped my blankets in the washing machine, and still woke up very itchy and discovering more bite marks. I NEED HELP, I CAN'T TAKE IT ANY LONGER. The steam was supposed to kill them. Only option is to throw out the mattress, and get a new one. But what if it wasn't the mattress? What if it was my 8 year old pillow? And what if I throw that away, I'm still getting itchy? You know what I need? I need those two ladies from 'How clean is your house' to look at my bed. This is getting serious. I officially declare that there is no more space on my skin that hasn't been bitten.

I want to go out, and I can't. I need to be like strapped to a bed so I won't scratch myself and make more scars.

Labels: sad, sickly talk