Kyle Hixson
38/365 - Home Sick
I may be dying.
I just flicked a Benadryl into my thimble of Nyquil and downed it hungrily, ready to spray some Chloroseptic down my throat. Two Ricola lozenges come next, one in each cheek.
I'm drinking massive quantities of tea, leaning over and breathing deep in hopes of breaking up the massive clogs deep within my sinuses. Lemon herb, Chamomile, Berry Zinger, English Breakfast. Give it to me.
I just gargled saltwater in my raw throat because the internet told me to.
The animals smell death on me. Even the rat hides in her little plastic habitat when I shuffle by, wrapped in my blanket amidst coughing and wheezing. Cursing the heavens. It’s okay, Clarisse, rats are immune to the plague.
I am the plague. I am the incubator.
38/365 - Home Sick
I may be dying.
I just flicked a Benadryl into my thimble of Nyquil and downed it hungrily, ready to spray some Chloroseptic down my throat. Two Ricola lozenges come next, one in each cheek.
I'm drinking massive quantities of tea, leaning over and breathing deep in hopes of breaking up the massive clogs deep within my sinuses. Lemon herb, Chamomile, Berry Zinger, English Breakfast. Give it to me.
I just gargled saltwater in my raw throat because the internet told me to.
The animals smell death on me. Even the rat hides in her little plastic habitat when I shuffle by, wrapped in my blanket amidst coughing and wheezing. Cursing the heavens. It’s okay, Clarisse, rats are immune to the plague.
I am the plague. I am the incubator.