Ommmm *cough * Ommmm....
Please no, not now, no. No no no no no. Aw, crap. Sarah is dying. Her head is pounding, it feels like there are socks stuffed up her nose. At first she thought it was allergies- tis the season and everything- then the thick head, phlegmy couch, an absolute inability to sleep because the moment she lays her head down she can't breathe. Smothered alive by her own histamines. Underwater, drowning in the sound of her own body; her ears are plugged up so every swallow sounds like a crackling back of tortilla chips. Which would be great if she had any appetite at all. Not that she's not eating. Exhausted, punch drunk with daytime cold medicine and she shovels in some oatmeal and cups of earl grey, shots of vitamin c. All that time dating the yogi and the best gift was being turned onto the neti pot. Excruciatingly painful- she nearly collapses on the floor trying to fill her sinuses with salt water. What a bizarre idea. One side is fine but the other is akin to being held upside d...