I feel moany.
Sep. 30th, 2008 12:39 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
whathoMostly I've been contemplating sore throats. This is largely because my nasal spray works. It's called something that sounds a bit like ovaltine. Use it. But because I'm not constantly moaning about my inability to breathe through one or the other or occasionally both of my nostrils (and why does that bother me anyway? It doesn't trouble me than I can't draw a breath through the middle of my forehead), I'm left to dwell on my secretions and my lymph nodes and my attention span and primarily my throat. Which hurts.
Why are sore throats so much harder to tolerate than sore elbows, knees or ankles? That's what I'm asking. They're, like, horribly painful mind-eating bastards as a rule until you isolate them and properly analyse them and then you notice they're sort of not. It's not actually that much pain. It doesn't make you constantly say 'ow', which is just as well on balance 'cause that'd be a properly cruel irony. I suppose that it's just that it's inside your neck. If I had a graze on my elbow producing that degree of pain I'd never worry about sleeping through it, but settling on my epiglottis it really isn't very friendly. It's too close to the brain. That's possibly it. You know when you're wondering which torture method you'd choose as a matter of preference, like you're seriously expecting your torturer not to pick the one you shunned out of malice? Well, generally I'd rather have my fingers malleted ninety-seven times than have a tooth pulled out of my head. If those are the only two choices. Don't much know why. But there it is. Another thing I was thinking was that the muscle pain I experience from walking up a hill is perfectly tolerable while I'm actually walking up the hill. If it set about me one evening when I was doing nothing more energetic, I'd not much thole it. Also I was wondering what the notion was behind dungarees.
My brother tried to talk to me two days ago. I don't know if he was going to tell me what I'd done to provoke his displeasure or what he thinks I think he's done to provoke my displeasure or if he was actually going to stumble upon the truth of the thing. I don't know because I was in the bath at the time and he was mumbling through the door and I wondered if we couldn't try this later in the evening when I was vertical and dry and really a bit more dressed. Then he said I sounded hostile and went away. He hasn't spoken since. So I guess it can't have been that important. He's quite a trying person to share a house with at present. Apparently, according to something the fiancee said on her facebook, he's under the impression that we're all terribly angry and put-out because he's leaving us to live in America. Actually we're just a bit sad about that, but being proper grown-ups as a rule, we know we're not allowed to feel hard done by. If he's reacting to a look of surprise exchanged between my mother and myself, that was in response to his FIBBING. And mostly now I'm just cross because he's decided not to speak to me ever again. If he'd pretended from the off that my look of surprise had passed him by, I'm sure I'd have ignored it as well. I'm feeling a bit hard done by as it goes.
Also I'm a bit sad about Gillian and Anton's leaving the dancing. I was fairly unfussed about Anton this year, seeing as he's as profoundly over-exposed as anyone I've ever encountered and just a bit I-don't-know-what-all. But then he left and was really sad about it and there was training footage and it was lovely and ... hm. And now I think over-exposure's quite an endearing failing. It's what Tony Slattery was accused of. What does that equate to? Too much Tony Slattery? Well. I love that Anton doesn't care about the dancing once he's out of it, except on reflection he wants Erin to win. And Brendan's still in, which makes no sense at all. (I can't be doing with James either, but he's dancing with Cherie Lunghi. I have to bear it.)
I think that's all I wish to moan about at present. Good.
Why are sore throats so much harder to tolerate than sore elbows, knees or ankles? That's what I'm asking. They're, like, horribly painful mind-eating bastards as a rule until you isolate them and properly analyse them and then you notice they're sort of not. It's not actually that much pain. It doesn't make you constantly say 'ow', which is just as well on balance 'cause that'd be a properly cruel irony. I suppose that it's just that it's inside your neck. If I had a graze on my elbow producing that degree of pain I'd never worry about sleeping through it, but settling on my epiglottis it really isn't very friendly. It's too close to the brain. That's possibly it. You know when you're wondering which torture method you'd choose as a matter of preference, like you're seriously expecting your torturer not to pick the one you shunned out of malice? Well, generally I'd rather have my fingers malleted ninety-seven times than have a tooth pulled out of my head. If those are the only two choices. Don't much know why. But there it is. Another thing I was thinking was that the muscle pain I experience from walking up a hill is perfectly tolerable while I'm actually walking up the hill. If it set about me one evening when I was doing nothing more energetic, I'd not much thole it. Also I was wondering what the notion was behind dungarees.
My brother tried to talk to me two days ago. I don't know if he was going to tell me what I'd done to provoke his displeasure or what he thinks I think he's done to provoke my displeasure or if he was actually going to stumble upon the truth of the thing. I don't know because I was in the bath at the time and he was mumbling through the door and I wondered if we couldn't try this later in the evening when I was vertical and dry and really a bit more dressed. Then he said I sounded hostile and went away. He hasn't spoken since. So I guess it can't have been that important. He's quite a trying person to share a house with at present. Apparently, according to something the fiancee said on her facebook, he's under the impression that we're all terribly angry and put-out because he's leaving us to live in America. Actually we're just a bit sad about that, but being proper grown-ups as a rule, we know we're not allowed to feel hard done by. If he's reacting to a look of surprise exchanged between my mother and myself, that was in response to his FIBBING. And mostly now I'm just cross because he's decided not to speak to me ever again. If he'd pretended from the off that my look of surprise had passed him by, I'm sure I'd have ignored it as well. I'm feeling a bit hard done by as it goes.
Also I'm a bit sad about Gillian and Anton's leaving the dancing. I was fairly unfussed about Anton this year, seeing as he's as profoundly over-exposed as anyone I've ever encountered and just a bit I-don't-know-what-all. But then he left and was really sad about it and there was training footage and it was lovely and ... hm. And now I think over-exposure's quite an endearing failing. It's what Tony Slattery was accused of. What does that equate to? Too much Tony Slattery? Well. I love that Anton doesn't care about the dancing once he's out of it, except on reflection he wants Erin to win. And Brendan's still in, which makes no sense at all. (I can't be doing with James either, but he's dancing with Cherie Lunghi. I have to bear it.)
I think that's all I wish to moan about at present. Good.
