Kill Me

I feel like I have been dropped off of a building into molten lava and then stretched out over a cookie sheet. Can’t sleep, have a hard time keeping food down, dizzy, very little energy, constant headache. To be honest, I’m thinking of going to hospital.

This was not the week to have four dogs at home. One of the reasons I haven’t gone to hospital is because I’m worried about Bella. Given the thickness of her coat, she’s shedding at an incredible rate, and I am worried that if I leave her alone too long that the heat might get to her as well. I searched Craigslist to see if anyone had posted an advert for part-time house services, but no luck. Unfortunately all of my friends work and are therefore unavailable during mornings and days.

On top of all of that, I have to pick up an acoustic guitar some time soon and start brushing up on material for an upcoming acoustic performance – which I am sure will end up being a last minute affair being that I leave next week.

Last night I filled my bathtub with nothing but cold water and laid in it for a while. It didn’t really produce significant results. My main goal was to try and get my body temperature down – that scene from Jacob’s Ladder comes to mind (minus the ice, of course). Kay bought another fan as well, so I now have four blowing full blast. Plus I took a hammer to one of my window frames and removed the stoppers so that I can open the window all the way, which has helped a bit. But I have to admit, I have never prayed for rain and cold weather more in my life.

Tylenol, Gravol, water. Rinse and repeat. In truth I have nothing to really complain about, it’s not as if I have Hodgkin’s or anything. Plus, if I am still able to lay in bed and type it can’t be that bad.

Completely off topic: loud Australian girls are annoying. Sorry, but they are.