11 November 2003 21:36

healing, flapper-style

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my arsenal: tylenol cold -- the new, improved, night-terror free version, or so i am assured by the sf. vicks vaporub, which makes me smell like a gerbil cage. one of those miraculous heating things for the pain in my back from the wretched, horrible coughing fits (the sf gave me one last night that was meant for the uterus. it went on the back. today, i bought ones meant for the back, not realizing that they are meant for the lower back and that, unlike the uterine ones, they wrap around the body instead of adhering to the clothing. i have thus effectively bound my breasts in an attempt to stave off back pain. and that's not even close to how far i'm willing to go, i can assure you). i am now going to read two girls, fat and thin until i pass out from the medication or the fumes, whichever happens first. wish me well, kids. it's a tough, microbe-filled world out there, and i've got the funny-looking flattened chest to prove it. love, might