Tangled Paper Lined Walls

Tangled paper artsy lined walls. 

First off, I would like to thank General Mills cereal for creating the addictively yummy Gluten Free Cinnamon Chex. I am, in fact, typing this blog right now with my right hand only, due to the fact that my left hand is covered in cinnamon and sugar. Even if you have the luxury of being able to eat gluten, you should seriously check this stuff out. It's incredible. 

Today I woke up with a sore throat. Thank only means one thing for me ... that I'm getting sick. For some reason, that's my body's first hint that I've done something wrong, something to deserve whatever it's about to punish me with. Sometimes it's just a head cold, sometimes its tonsillitis, could be walking pneumonia or even mono. All of these, I have experienced in a six month time span. I like to call it "The Year That Barely Happened". I just wasn't coherent for three hundred out of the three hundred, sixty five days of that year. My immune system was on vacation that year. 

My sore throat exaggerated itself to a pounding headache, which has still not subsided, even after practically ODing on Ibuprofen mid way through the day. Have you ever gotten that feeling in the back of your throat, when it feels like you just constantly have to puke? I feel like something is all over my gag reflex, just sitting there, like when you leave your blinker on for too long after you've turned left ... 12 minutes ago. I'm positive that if I walked my little legs into the bathroom, and put my fingers down my throat, my Chex will come spewing out like candy out of a pinata. Mind you, I'm keeping my fingers in the Chex box, and I'm staying out of the bathroom. 

I haven't not felt good in a while. I mean, it's been a little while since I've actually been sick. The last time I was sick, I had walking pneumonia back in February. I might as well have been the walking dead. I'll never forgive walking pneumonia. The day I was supposed to go see my grandmother in the hospital, I was diagnosed with this stupid sickness. Because of the diagnosis they gave me, I got kicked out of the hospital before I even got to see my grams. She had a stroke that night, and I never got to see her in a normal state again. It pains me just thinking about it. I can't let myself live it down.

I hope this sickness is one of those twenty four hour deals. I'm supposed to go into New York tomorrow to go to some art galleries. After my visit to my new GI (gastroenterologist) doctor in the morning. Please don't ruin my day, mystery sickness. 

On a less depressing note, I think I'm going to do some more of that 3D art I've taken up. I'm having way too much fun with it. My walls are going to look like they have tangled paper lining them. How artsy of me! :)

Toodles!