You can’t take it with you.

Actually, apparently you can!

I’m not referring to the famous play about a man from a rich & snobby family who marries a (say it isn’t so!) *plain* woman… nope, not that. 

I’m talking about my very precious souvenir that I got when I went to Austin… a little something called *cedar fever*.  I’d heard about this plague from friends that reside in central texas, but it always seemed to be like a bogeyman or fibromyalgia… I just didn’t believe it existed.  Now I know.  It does… oh YES, it does!  Ugh.  It started off with a slight feeling of my balance being off, my ears slightly clogged.  I yearned for Q-tips like a nympho. I was on vacation, but all I wanted to do was sleep. 

Keep in mind, I’m not a *napper*, I never have been, but I took multiple naps in Austin.  What the hell? I wrote it off as just me catching the groove of the stoner mentality that makes up a good part of that town.  Which reminds me, if you get to see a band called *Honky*… GO! Amazing southern stoner rock.  I had intended on trying to catch the WuTang and the Rev while they were in town, but it didn’t work out.  Or did I just sleep through it?  I didn’t even have much energy to shop! What the hell?  I did manage to muster up enough energy to get a massage, though…

Sue kept insisting, “You’ve got the fever!”.  No, no, no! I’m just really relaxed and happy to be here, I insisted.  She would just shake her head and giggle.. she knew better.  Finally, 4 days in and only 1 day before it was time for me to return home, I caved.  Ok, ok, so what’s the deal with this? How long does it last? Will it follow me home? Sue promised it wouldn’t, “No, as soon as you get on the plane, you’ll feel normal again”. 

Not true. So NOT true.

It only got worse.  It’s been 7 days since I left Austin and they’ve been nothing but a blur.  I’ve slept and sneezed away most of them. Thank goodness for my Margarita Bloom orange & cream vanilla swirl lip balm~ it’s the only thing that saved my lips from getting all chappy.  Being sick is SO not glamorous! Nyquil has been my drink of choice, and by the way, if you’ve never tried the Cherry Vanilla flavor, I recommend it highly.  Ohhh yea.  Yummsy Yum Yum.  Wait, where was I? Oh yea, somewhere in that week I had alot of opportunities to rub it in porkodorko’s fat face ~ the fact that I make him use off brands on household goods like tissues now and I was enjoying the luxuries of Puffs made from butterfly wings that secrete ribbons of velvety lotion on your nose when you blow.. something like that.  I hallucinate a lot when I’m ill.  I watched way too much tv (marathons of The Golden Girls and Project Runway) and almost every bad movie I could find.  I don’t remember any of them except one about The Donner Party starring Crispin Glover which was hilarious for all the wrong reasons and that’s what made it SO right!  God, I love that weirdo.  If you don’t know who he is… go find out.  I’m too tired to show you, I need another nap. zzzzzzzzzz. 

2 Comments

  1. Mouser

    That fever is really bad stuff. Miss P has had it for well over a week. It’s a good thing she has nice tissues to use. It’s been so bad she hasn’t even been able to paint her lovely nails which a certain old mouse really regrets hearing.

    I hope you feel better soon, Miss P.

    • Miss Pinky Galore

      Interesting how you found a way to turn my ailment into something sad for yourself. You are enough of a sad sack, mouser, you don’t need to add more reasons~ I’ll do it for you.

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