Monthly Archives: March 2008

ten good things about having pneumonia.

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1. All that personal space you wanted on the bus/elevator/sidewalk? One cough, and people scurry like mice.

2. If your loved one is considering buying one of those expensive “Ocean Sound” simulators to help them sleep, just let them put their head on your chest. Also works for “Storm Sound” and “Cement Truck In Full Mix” simulators.

3. Who can get enough of illnesses with a silent “p”?

4. SARS jokes galore for April Fool’s.

5. It’s like the honour student version of a cold. Extra points for take home antibiotics!

6. If you swallow a goldfish in a college prank, that fish could well live happily in your lung for a year.

7. You can stand outside in the rain in bare feet with no coat or hat on, shivering, and when some old woman goes to yell at you as they walk by, you can yell: “NO, I WON’T! I ALREADY HAVE IT! SO THERE!”

8. People who come to hand you assignments at work tell you kindly that you should be home in bed.

9. You drink enough tea and juice to become the living embodiment of 1/3 of a continental breakfast.

10. You get fodder for a list that will probably make your mother wring her hands involuntarily while struggling to laugh.

pneumoooooaaaan-ya.

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Well, I finally forced myself to see a doctor yesterday, and lo and behold… I have pneumonia.

That would explain the ocean waves in my lungs and the death rattle in my throat, not to mention the fever and exhaustion I was experiencing all last week (and still!)

It’s a little frustrating, since my life marches on regardless, but at least I’ve got the drugs I need to settle it out. I’ll do my best to take it easy when I can. I might take a couple days off later in the week… we’ll see.

Anyway, still kind of lame at this blogging thing right now.

(And for those of you who just said, “It ain’t just right now!”, heh.)

friday love list: because i would LOVE TO STOP COUGHING THAT’S WHAT I’D LOVE HOW ABOUT SOME OF THAT, HUH?

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I wasn’t going to do a love list today.

I’ve said that before.

Many times.

I’m like a broken record, really, or Girls Gone Wild! ads on late night television (with less skin and more sullen malevolence), or the lingual patterns of teenagers (“Rilly? No way. OMG. Rilly? No way. OMG. Rilly?”)

Lather, rinse, repeat.

Thing is, I’ve hacking like a 90 year-old smoker with a kitten trapped in their lung. This makes me feel… crabby.

Which I’ve also been before. And admitted to before.

I think I used to devote entire hours to being crabby from ages 13-17, most often when I thought my mother could be in my proximity, because a) she’d love me no matter what and b) MOMS ARE SO ANNOYING! GOSH!

(I CAN’T WAIT TO BE ANNOYING TO CHILDREN!!! INSTEAD OF JUST THE OPPOSITE SEX!!! AND PEOPLE WHO HATE OVERPUNCTUATION!!!)

But none of that really matters, does it?

“Just do the damn list, Meg… your backstory is so emo we bought it a striped shirt and eyeliner.”

Well.

Okay then.

THINGS I LOVE RIGHT NOW

Orange juice from Happy Planet
Oat bars
Numi tea
Crisp white shirts
My doctor, if he gives me the GOOD cough stuff
The way penguins walk
Weekends, thank heavens
Dreaming of California
Illy coffee
The hottest hot sauce that clears up your nose
Fake fencing swords
My new sister-in-law, Carey xoxox
Having a sister! What the frick?!? That’s awesome!
Wide open windows
New lipgloss
Possibilities
Boys in glasses
Showing my mom how to use YouTube to watch Christopher Walken dance
Honey and lemon in hot water
The fact that it snowed today, but there is no evidence remaining of the same
Funny voice mails that make my day
Being stuck with my dad while traveling… he makes me laugh
Coconut lotion
Genoa salami
Fresh cherries
Watching my parents dance at my brother’s wedding FOR THE FIRST TIME EVER
People who are comfy in their skin
Strappy shoes with a tan
People who know how to be witty and warm at the same time
Wooden bracelets
Lemon-Mint Ricolas
That the area under my nose is no longer a sinus-inflicted red, flaky Hitleresque painstache
Debates that keep my mind from closing in on itself
My roommate, who is home from California
Eric, our lovely friend she left behind
All the sassy surfer girl bangles and earrings she brought me home (I love big earrings)
My fireplace
Bounce sheets
Lip balm that smells orangey or vanilla-y
Edible babies

As usual, feel free to leave your own love list in the comments, or put one up at your blog. Love makes things better, I swear, even if it’s just for a few minutes until the next bomb drops.