Week 196: decongestant
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Itās been icy out. Today the thaw began and I never thought Iād be so happy about something melting. In the countryside, the frost only turns things pretty and stops the mud being squelchy, but in town slippery pavements are a menace.
So walking gingerly, sometimes in the sort of way youād walk (I imagine) if youād pooed your pants and were trying to make sure the turd didnāt fall down the trouser-leg chute. I may have improvised some little dances, arms flailing to keep my balance, but Iām pleased to say I didnāt fall over once.
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Caught another lurgy. Congested orifices (nose, ears) gave way to coughing. The worst thing is worrying the hacking cough cough cough is disturbing the neighbours, because who can tell if Iāve never heard them cough because the soundproofing is good or theyāre really healthy.
Iām dubious of the branded medications that are just paracetamol + caffeine + a marketing budget, although if the āNurofenā branding has a placebo effect thatās still a useful effect. Perhaps I should consider a Beechams or a Night Nurse, maybe thereās something to them. I had some phenylephrine, which I now learn is an pretty useless decongestant ā I might go as far as calling it a so-called decongestant ā offered only because you canāt make crystal meth out of it.
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Just noticed that a prominent bit of the Mastodon website, the āInsert emojiā button, is a picture of the awful Face with Tears of Joy (ācrying laughingā) glyph. Itās next to the text āWhatās on your mind?ā, which takes on an obnoxious undertone. Of course itās federated so Iām free to fork the software and host my own instance, but who can be arsed with that.
I donāt think Iāll ever have have a thought important enough to toot ā Iāll keep writing here instead ā but scrolling is a fun way of filling time until we all die so itāll be a shame if the car salesman who tortures apes bans me from his website (not that I think heāll dare).
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Moved the weeping fig into three spacious separate pots ā soaking the roots in water makes disentangling easier. So now Iāve three pathetic spindly looking things, itās easy to see why they needed to huddle together to appear bushier, but this time next year, just wait.
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š¦ Aftersun.