Bloody hell with a cherry on top

If that subject line confused you, it's clearly done it's job, impeccably.  This post is probably going to be one of the most random entries to date, so prepare yourself.

I have been hopped up on antibiotics and some sort of inhaler since Friday.  Oh goody.  My favourite part of being sick is the crazy drugs that are prescribed to you where the side affects include things like dizziness, nausea, dry throat and another all time fav not included on my current list is hallucinations.  Not even going to lie.

Try going to a movie on a drug that causes hallucinations and see what happens when you're walking down the stairs from your seat and it looks like shit is flying at you.  I bet you $10 that that flying crap is going to make you go off balance and you're gonna tumble down the stairs.  Yeah, I'd win the 10 bucks, cause folks that has happened to me.  Surprisingly in that lucid, high state, I did not break a bone, but throw me in any other bizarre situation and you can bet your bottom dollar that I'm going to either break something or tear a ligament.  

Anyhow, let's be honest, being sick ain't for the faint of heart.  But there's only one  direction when you reach the bottom, and lets hope that that's up.  Because if it really means that I'm gonna roll around on the ground, dry heaving, and coughing up my right lung, I'm effed.

That's what I got to say about that.  Now off to take a couple puffs. Of. My. Inhaler. Jeez Louise, get your head straight.  This is a family-friendly blog (we can hold onto hope, realistically, if children are reading this, there's some bigger issues at hand).

Good night folks.