st_aurafina | Nov. 22nd, 2007

Chris Baty said that we should be diligent and wash our hands, because everyone gets a cold in week two. And he was right - I did get a cold, and I never really got over it, and I had to go to the doctor yesterday, because my asthma has gone ballistic and I sounded like a squeeze-box accordion. I got in trouble from soviet!Doctor, for using a less than modern steroid inhaler. I'm ashamed.

I had to dig my nebuliser out so I could use it, and there was a critical part missing from the bulb that mists the medication, but it's been nine years since I last used it, and I forgot that you need that part, and the medication wasn't misting and I was all hysterical and anoxic and I bumped my hand and it really hurt and then I couldn't twist the tops of the little plastic nebules so I cried and lay on the sofa wheezing and sobbing like a pathetic heap. Everything is so much harder when you're oxygen deprived. Fortunately by now,

lilacsigil had taken over, and got the machine misting and soon after that I could breathe again. Atrovent tastes like crap. Ventolin makes me tremble. Codeine makes me loopy. But I can breathe. And last night I could sleep, once the trembling and the chattiness wore off, and the codeine kicked in. Hooray for modern pharmaceuticals.

And I'm at work now, only a little bit wobbly, and hopefully I can catch up on everyone's NaNo projects.

Despite the word counter saying that I'm 93% done, I'm still in the depths of chapter eight, with three chapters to do, which means my final word count will be between 55 - 60K. This frightens me - there is still so much to write. So many things to happen.