Death comes for us all (a melodramatic haiku of retirement)
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guts and garters

It's all fun and games until someone loses molecular cohesion.

Saturday, November 03, 2001

I'm a chemist all by myself. I'm packing medication from four different people, plus the stuff I bought myself. Lemsip, Asproclear, Panadol, Nurofen, Hm's hard-core zombifying painkillers, Flu nighttime tablets, three different types of throat lozenges. Oh, and my prescription anti-biotics.

So far, none of it is working. My throat still feels like every swallow is sandpaper. My voice is now reduced to a bare croak, too phlegm-filled to even run a good sex line with.

But at least I got some sleep last night, which is better than the two preceeding nights, and hopefully this penicillin crap will kick it soon and start bringing my raging throat under control. Before I stop making jokes about decapitation being the best option and just start looking for the guillotine.

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