Dystopium

I'm Thinking I'm Going to Start Spitting Rather Than Swallowing

Wed, 16 Nov 2011 09:25:05 -0500

I’ve never been a consistent swallower or anything like that. But I decided to Google it and a lot of people seem to think it’s better to spit rather than swallow. Apparently when your phlegm is green you’re sick, yellow is getting better and clear/opaque is good. Next time I am sick I will be sure to always spit out my phlegm/mucous whenever I can.

impressiveinstants: Jealous

Tue, 15 Nov 2011 23:32:17 -0500

impressiveinstants:

Jealous

impressiveinstants: Licky

Tue, 15 Nov 2011 23:32:07 -0500

impressiveinstants:

Licky

I really need to suck on something

Tue, 15 Nov 2011 23:28:46 -0500

Not just one. Maybe two at a time. Several times a day, whenever my throat gets scratchy and needs soothing. We may have some lozenges. Though if not I should really buy some. I don’t feel particularly horrible, it’s just the persistent coughing makes my throat ache even when I’m not coughing :(

Oh, thanks a lot Ken and Adam for getting me sick. Grr. Argh.

Flying, Landing, Running

Sat, 12 Nov 2011 18:05:55 -0500

The other night I dreamt that I boarded a plane at the Island airport (Billy Bishop/YTZ) and I remember trying to decide where to sit, and there was this older lady who was sitting in the first row on the right side of the plane, and I was going to take the second row, but didn’t want to be squished from her chair being pushed back, so I sat in the third row, even though there was no window as she pointed out, and there was in the second row, and I told her I wanted a window. So I’m not sure why I did that. Anyway, after taking off and flying for a bit, the plane landed much too early (I don’t know where my destination was), back in Toronto (I assume, although the nearby landscape was unfamiliar and didn’t seem quite like the airport that exists). After deboarding in a hurry, people starting running. Where to, I’m not sure. I tried to follow the group but people splintered off into different directions. And even the group(s) that I did follow didn’t seem to have a destination. Where we were running though didn’t seem just like an airport. There wasn’t just tarmac, there was grass and trees and hills. I don’t think there’s that much land on the island the airport sits on, or at least, not that it’s connected to though I could be wrong. So that’s the last thing I remember, just running aimlessly. Although I do remember wondering if our flight would be reimbursed since we didn’t choose this early landing.