i am: July 2007 Archives

i must say, i love cough syrup.  how can one little spoonful of something that tastes like vanilla make you feel so, what's the word i am looking for, drunk and happy and warm and fuzzy.  there has to be a word for that in the english language.  why doesn't that word exist???  without it, i don't think the language will be able to continue!!! 

it could be the cough syrup talking.

i rock.  so after a week of coughing i decided to go to the doctor today.  the french doctor.  i love me some french medical system.  really i do.

so, here's the thing.  i knew what i had before he said it.  i cough when i lie down.  my chest hurts in the right spot.  it feels funky.  it tastes funky.  ah yes.  i have itis of the bronch.  yep.  that's me.  the girl who got informed that not only does she have bronchitis but she has a "good bronchitis."

now i love that the adjective "good" apparently applies to my bronchitis.  and yet, when he said it, there was nothing "good" about the tone of his voice.  nor was there anything "good" about the way he shook his head.  nor is there anything particularly "good" about having to be on an antibiotic for 6 days. 

what "good" can come of this?  he said i should stop coughing by saturday.  hooray!!!  oh, and i also get to take cough syrup.  yum!!!

i am very grumpy right now.  so tomorrow, i am going shopping.  i am in paris after all...

you know that you are a total klutz when you are walking down the street on a beautiful day and you suddenly, out of the blue, unexpectedly, didn't see it coming at all, find yourself wiped out on the street with a bloody knee and foot.  i actually thought for a moment when i was on the ground, "wow, i didn't see that coming!"

i would totally have pictures for you but i think france has blocked me from whatever evil my typepad blog may inflict upon the earth.  and trust me, it is pure evil.

now, what happens to jeorg when she is forced to live in a climate that is cold and rainy for a determined period of time?  that's right.  she catches pigeon tb... or a cold.  whichever is the one that makes her run immediately to the pharmacist (god bless the french and their love of the pharmacist...).  so i have pigeon tb.  makes sense.  there are fu¢king pigeons everywhere! and it is raining, a lot.  and it is cold.  and it totally sucks.  and now, i have pigeon tb.  i am not sure if it is as bad as monkey sars of 2006 since i caught it early.

i think me catching pigeon tb means thomas and i have to travel to italy and get married.  pas mal.  i'm willing to make the sacrifice.