The production of snot seems to be easing. It is still there, but instead of blowing my nose every 5 minutes and running like a tap, the tap is now turned off and I blow it about every 10 minutes.

Progress, to say the least.

Energy levels are low to the point where I once again spent the day on the couch. Apart from a small excursion to orchestra practice! Yes, I might have mentioned I have joined an orchestra for a Halloween musical. We had our first practice today, in which Man Piece was ACTUALLY KIND TO ME in my sickness and dropped me off and picked me up. If he had have made me walk in the rain, well, there would be dire consequences.

He was a bit mean to me when he declined to go get me marshmallows. I still don’t have any. Hmph. *goes and sulks in the corner*

Today I had the added bonus of a sore neck. It feels something like a pinched nerve and I’m having trouble turning my head either way. Yay. It made playing the Flute today rather interesting. So while sitting on the couch, I have had the wheat pack on my shoulders trying to ease the pain and muscles to get it to stop pinching. After having taken panadol and more of the wheat pack, I think it is beginning to work.

I can only come to one conclusion of how it happened. I must have slept on it a bit funny last night and at some point would have coughed, causing it to do something weird which has resulted in the pain and decreased movements.

Yes, I am still attempting to hack up my lungs. I might even make it a world record and do both! I can just see me now in one of those circus freak shows: “The lady that lives without lungs!” “Oooooh.” “Ahhhhhhh.”

This is where my mind goes.

Today I have watched  Sunshine Cleaning, Colin Quinn Long Story Short and Easy A. I’ve gotten to the point where the days are starting to blur into each other and I can’t remember whether I watched The Proposal yesterday or today. Hmm.

Anyway, I think the lurgy is starting to ease up and I hope that tomorrow my energy levels might be getting back to some semblance of normal so I can go for a jaunt into town.

Today is Sunday, right?

I have developed one of those hacking what-organs-are-going-to-come-up coughs.

My ears have decided to block so that everything sounds dull.

I’ve also gone through an entire box of tissues and started on the next. The snot monster lives on.

Miracle cure now stings as it goes down due to coughed raw throat. Fun times.

Spent the day on the couch again, it seems the best place until this is over. Watched The Proposal and tried to watch TV I had missed, like Chuck and Supernatural, but it would appear that neither aired this week. Guts.

A few weeks ago I decided to join an orchestra. It’s only for a short time and I’ve been wanting to get back into playing my flute a bit. So rehearsals for the Bloody Broadway show start tomorrow – it’s a Halloween thing and if you’re in Wellington, I expect to see you there. Today I pulled out my flute and had a wee tinker and play with a few pieces I had been sent. Majority of it seems ok and I should be able to pick it up fairly quickly once we get going. However I did have to look up some fingering combinations. Obviously not playing properly for about five years has that affect.

Went out for dinner tonight to Satay Kampong and then to the supermarket. As we were entering I saw Heather Du Plessis-Allan and Barry Soper exiting. I started to fan-girl.

Such a n00b.

However the walk back from the supermarket to the flat just about killed me. I was coughing, barely able to breathe and a couple times thought I was going to collapse. It’s safe to say I probably lost a lung at some point. It was probably about this time that I wished I could either die or just to be rid of this cold/flu, whatever it is. With all the technology and medical advances we have had, why haven’t we come up with a cure for the common cold? Should have been the first thing they did. But I got up that blasted hill, showered, contemplated why the hand basin is in the shape of a kidney and am now safely tucked into a warm bed.

And I forgot to get marshmallows at the supermarket. Damn.

Today I mastered my technique of throwing tissues into the bin. I have found aiming at the wall and rebounding means they actually make it in. Score.

A cough seems to be developing, but my face seems to feel less like it has been hit by a truck and more that a kid shoved a marshmallow up my nose. I guess you win some and lose some.

In battling the marshmallow blocked nose I have devoured the rest of Pretty Little Liars. Unfortunately now I have to wait until around January to see the rest. In typical TV style, they left me hanging. Well played. There is a special Halloween episode to look forward to though. Needless to say, I will quiver in anticipation.

Now I want marshmallows. Perhaps I need to send Man Piece out on a run to find me some, I am after all sick and he should be catering to my every whim. (So if you’re reading this over my shoulder, I want marshmallows, goddamnit! Can you please go get me some from the dairy?)

Even in Day Two of the lurgy, I managed to get my brain to sufficiently clear enough to do three, YES THREE, job applications. Ok so technically, two of the jobs were with the same company and they were pretty much the same except in different areas, so I was able to use the same cover letter with a few minor changes. They had used the exact same job description, why can’t I use the same cover letter? Wrong or not? In the amount of cover letters I have written this year (100+), I don’t really care. They probably all end up the same anyway with that amount of repetition.

Man Piece has just informed me that he will not go and get me marshmallows. I even gave him kissy face, but he just said no and meowed at me. Damn. Although he has just brought in chocolate, not sure if that will satisfy the craving for marshmallows or just enhance it. It IS rocky road. So maybe.

He seems pretty hard to convince of things. He seemed to think that I was going to be making dinner tonight – vegetarian burgers – but after a lot of debate, I managed to convince him that me in the kitchen with the plague would be a very bad idea and he made dinner. Tofu noodles to be exact. They were rather hot and I was a bit dubious about them. I mean, c’mon – tofu?! It is NOTHING like chicken. But in the end, I didn’t have to cook dinner. Win.

That’s probably about all from Snot Watch: Day Two. Miracle cure seems to be working. As it is relieving the body pain and fever, but doesn’t really affect the amount of snot coming out of my nose. That is still coming like a leaking tap.

Next time on Snot Watch: Coughing – how much lung can you cough up before you actually stop breathing?

I am sick. The lurgy; the plague; the dreaded snot monster. Whatever you like to call it.

I somehow am producing more snot than I know what to do with. I blow my nose and five minutes later it would seem I need to do it again. How does one’s body produce so much snot? And in an awful green colour too.

On the bright side, Man Piece has bought me miracle cure aka Lemsip and more aloe vera tissues. So my nose doesn’t go all red and scaly like a dragon’s arse. There is hope for him after all. (He’s even making it for me.)

So in my lurgy infected day, I have watched several episodes of Pretty Little Liars, Get Him To The Greek, Dear John and Julie and Julia. Surprisingly the best out of all of those was Julie and Julia, mostly due to it spurring me on again and finding the whispiest amount of motivation to write again. Well played, sir, well played.

My head is pounding, my body is aching – although not as much as when I went snowboarding, which reminds me I still haven’t done a post about that. Maybe tomorrow in day two of lurgy watch I can catch up on a bit of blogging. Ever so hopeful.

Where was I? Ah yes, as I was in no condition to cook or even contemplate walking down the hill to fetch sustenance, I ordered Hells. For the first time ever, I had a bad experience with them. My pizza was warm, but in the moist-once hot stage and it lacked the usual amount of cheese. My wedges were not fully cooked, the cheese for the camembert was different it was less soft gooey and more stringy gooey and tasted bad. They also forgot my churros, in which I had to call them up to ask for them. So much effort for someone who can barely think straight because the plague is addling my brain. The delivery guy soon returned with my churros, which seemed to be over-deep-fried. Kind of ew. But in all of this they did bring me extra wedges and Camembert as a sorry for forgetting your churros. That was nice of them.

But as I am only one person (and I had also ordered some mis-fortune cookies), I now have an abundance of Hells sitting in the fridge. Guess that’s lunch and snacks for tomorrow taken care of.

After my disappointing, of sorts, feast, I have since crawled back to the comfort and warmth of bed. Where man piece has provided me with miracle cure, which he made too hot (his first time, I’ll let it slide) and has said I’m pretty, even though I’m in sweats, sweating and have awful green boogers coming out of my nose.

He probably just wants something.

And thus concludes day one of Snot Watch. Join me tomorrow as I detail the second thrilling day of adventure and intrigue on the couch.

Oh, and I wrote this entire post on my iPhone. A lot harder than I thought it would be but a very interesting experiment, nonetheless.