Give me a diagnosis, or give me death (better yet - give me DELIVERY!)

Here I sit. Over two weeks have passed since I first self-diagnosed myself with allergies, then re-diagnosed myself with a cold. I haven't had one iota of relief. In fact, the symptoms keep multiplying. It's times like this when I start to get paranoid that there is a bigger problem beneath it all. I certainly hope not, but just to be sure, I've made an appointment to see the good doc tomorrow. I'd be willing to bet everything but the kitchen sink that she's going to give me the once over and say, "Looks like a stubborn cold. Lots of liquids and rest." And when that diagnosis comes, do I breathe a sigh of relief, or do I get mad that nothing can help take away the agony that each day brings? Probably a little of column A and a little bit of column B.

Nevertheless, I don't want to go on and on writing about how crappy it is to be sick. We all know. We get it. Point made and moving forward! What I really wanted to write about it the amazing wonders of delivery in NYC. Sure, I don't have a car to drive myself to the drugstore with, or take me to the doctor's front door. BUT (and this is a big but), I have DELIVERY!!! I'm talking: get online, order breakfast, 1/2 gallon of OJ, some bevies for later on, maybe something for tomorrow, enter ye ole credit card numeros and voila! 30 minutes later I've got supplies for the day. If it wasn't for the magic of seamlessweb.com and delivery.com, I could, quite frankly, have withered away to nothing these past 2 weeks. Probably not, but, it's a safe bet to say that I would have been forced to go outside and been spotted at the local C(rap)-Town grocery store, in my sweats, sans bra, hair all a grease, with sunglasses, and hacking up a lung. No one needs to see that (including me, which is why I have a "no mirrors" policy in my house when I'm sick). The only creatures who should be exposed to the horrors of "sick person" are companion animals. And moms. They loved you yesterday, they'll love you tomorrow, and unless you do something to ruin their dinner, they'll love you today.

So, a great big thanks to seamlessweb and delivery.com! You successfully saved me from the horrors of public appearance and kept my tummy full of vitamin C and miso soup.

Now...if only they could create a doctor and prescription delivery service. Oh, that's right. They used to have those back in the olden days. *sigh*

Is it time for Nyquil yet?

It's the season of allergies, and colds, and wishing for the wisdom to know the difference between the two.

If I knew that the scratchy throat and general "feel like shit" symptoms were an oncoming cold, perhaps I would have played out the last 3 days differently. Instead, I assumed (yeah, yeah, ass + you + me...I get it) it was just allergies on a freight train from hell seeming to come straight at me for the kill. Hence my bender of an evening on Friday night. Hence the allergy meds I stocked up on and took like clockwork. Hence, my lack of 8-hour a night sleeping habits.

I said all week that nothing was going to keep me from my Friday night plans. Happy hour, dinner, then drinks and dancing? And 1/2 of that is on the company card you say? Hells-to-the-yeah, I'm there! Ain't no stoppin' me - don't even try. Then, BOOM. Saturday morning I wake up and feel like someone smashed a shovel upside my head. I can't hear out of my left ear. No ringing, no pain. Just silence. And my nose is running faster then a drippy kitchen faucet in the ghetto. My head: throb. throb. throb. And my brain: "Yo dumbass! 'Member when you were wondering if you were coming down with a cold? You gambled and LOST son. Suckah!"

So now here were are. Me, my cold and my nighttime jamba juice. I've been waiting all day to slug down somathat tasty cherry syrup. Ding! Ding! It's Nyquil time! BOOYAH.