sleep-not-sleep

Dreamed that my throat was on fire, literal flames and such coming out of my voice box. Dreamed that it hurt a lot, a lot lot. Hurt so much that it woke me up. That's when I started yelling, cause it hurt that much awake too.

Voice came out as a croak and squeak mixture. Throat felt all swollen and strange, prolly made stranger by the cough medicine I took earlier. Pat got me some pain meds and somehow back to sleep happened.

'Bout six there was some noise from another alarm. Woke me up. Then the coughing started. Couldn't sleep anymore.

So I'm sitting here in the pre-dawn light, with a small orange cat fast asleep on my lap. And I'm pretty amused about the whole thing.

Sometimes being sick makes me cheerful. I'm a pretty strange human being.