I’m only staying awake long enough to type a post for today – then I’m going to medicate the hell out of myself and try to fight this cold by sleeping. Somehow, that always works for me: take a really powerful anti-flu tablet (just to make sure that the cold I have won’t turn into full-blown influenza) and curl up on a cushion somewhere, dreaming of giant robots fighting monstrous viruses in my bloodstream. When I wake up, I usually feel much, much better.
Taking the meds and trying to work through the day is always a bad idea. Those things often make me hallucinate. For some reason, I always see cattle at the corner of my eye when I take a Bioflu and stay awake afterwards.
Those cows sure know how to stare.
I’m not sure why it has to be cows. Maybe it’s because, as a girl, I used to read that Far Side book “The Curse of Madam C” when I’m too sick to go to school. Maybe I now associate illness and medication with really creepy cattle animals that watch me as I go about my life. I don’t know what they’re watching me for, but I get the sneaking suspicion that they want me to become one of them.
Like, a cow. With a herd.
But I don’t want to become a cow. If I learned anything from watching episodes of “The Incredible Dr. Pol”, it’s that cows get sick over the weirdest things. Air between their skin and flesh, for example. And I don’t want to even get into all the problems you can have when you have four freaking stomachs to worry about. I should know; I consistently have stomach issues mys-
Oh god. I probably used to be cow. Those staring cows must be my ancestors or something.
I…I think I really need to go to sleep now.