Goddess, I Am.

Christmas is meant to be over, right? Or am I missing something, because why is it I’m still running around like a headless chicken? I was expecting a calmer week, even with New Year’s Eve looming in the not-so-distant future, but nooooo – the malls are still packed (though not as bad as last week’s Black Friday-ish insanity, I must admit), the cab queues are still pretty bad (though not as bad as last week’s mayhem), and I’ve still got a gazillion things to do (though this is pretty much a constant in my life).

I would scream, but really, I’m too exhausted for that, too.

Thank God for delightful little things like these cheap-assed ankle boots and even cheaper fur vest.

Paris postcard top, Topshop; Gray faux fur vest, Dress O’Rama; DIY denim cutoffs; Tan ankle boots and pink socks from the Metro; Scrabble tile pendants from Thimble Cap

How about you? How are you coping with all this madness?

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WARNING: Picture-heavy post ahead!

So this is tad late, I know. But that’s okay because Christmas has barely started in some parts of the world as of this writing! Tee hee.

Red velvet babydoll dress, Forever 21; Glitter tights from Metro; Black booties, Parisian Jr.; Cameo necklace from the Innuendo store

Christmas with The Family is always a blast, and this year was no exception. It’s our first without Mum, though, so I did get quite teary-eyed when she called. But all in all, we had a ton of fun eating (a LOT), playing Guitar Hero and Monopoly, opening presents, and generally just goofing around.

The presents we all got were epic! I guess that’s the good thing about spending weeks spying on each other, hoping one will let slip what one wants for Christmas, haha! (A word of advice: Never underestimate the power of a well-placed hint, whether you desire flowers from http://www.proflowers.com/send-flowers-bsl, or a kick-arse gadget!) I’ll probably blog about this year’s loot . . . IF I can figure out where to start, that is!

From me and mine to you and yours, MERRY CHRISTMAS! <3<3<3

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Wow! I just realized that there are only a few days left before Christmas, and horror of all horrors, I still haven’t wrapped a thing! I wanted to wait until I was totally well, you see, so I can be of good Christmas cheer. Well, it looks like that’s not going to happen on time now – the getting well part, I mean. I have found Christmas cheer to be quite unstoppable, though, coughing fits and bruised ribs be damned!

And really, how can I not feel it, when I’ve got seven presents from The Husband? SEVEN! And this, from the man who hates Christmas. It puts me to shame.

So today I shall shop for more pressies. Thank heavens I don’t have to get anything major like a psp – or something! – anymore! Now I just need a few odds and ends for a few ‘minor’ (for lack of a better word, sorry!) recipients, and I’m all set.

That, mind you, actually sounds easier than it really is. So good luck to me and my (nearly) last minute shopping plans. Good luck to you, too, if you’re on the same boat.

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So it seems that I may have spoken too soon about my recovery. I had a relapse some time during the week, and I am now worse off than I was before. It sucks hairy Arab balls, I tell you.

I’ve already gone to two specialists and both of them agree on one thing: I need about $100 worth of drugs to get better. One even stuck a camera up my nose, all the while chatting to The Husband about how Camilla Parker-Bowles looks like Rottweiler and the price of oranges. It was quite bizarre.

And that’s not the worst of it – yet. As if the actual act of coughing is not bad enough, my entire right ribcage decided to stage its own protest. The Husband reckons I pulled a muscle from all the coughing, or it may be a bit of bruising. But honestly, it hurts so much, I actually want to get an X-ray just to make sure I didn’t crack any ribs. I can barely move, and whenever I feel a coughing fit coming, I have to maneuver my entire torso into a strange, twisty angle where it hurts the least.

Seriously, what should I expect next? An ecg machine hook-up, heaven forbid? A lung transplant? Can I just have a new body instead, preferably Anna Paquin’s?

Ahhhhh . . . This December just isn’t going very well. And to think I had such high hopes this year.

While I was practically bedridden with bronchitis, I found that lozenges did a lot to ease my endless coughing. I tried several brands, but I found Strepsils® Chesty Cough to be most effective. I loved the moniker, too. For some reason, ‘Chesty Cough’ made me think fond thoughts of my boobs, and that kind of made me feel better, strangely enough. But then, I shouldn’t be surprised with all the codeine that was in the lozenges. That’s probably why they worked so well, methinks.

I am now a lot better and almost back to normal. I say ‘almost’ because right now, I seem to be going through some sort of withdrawal shit from my beloved Chesty Cough lozenges, and it’s not pleasant. It’s my fault, really. I was only supposed to take a total of 6 lozenges a day, but I may have had a bit more than that. Okay, that’s an understatement – I was sucking on lozenges as if my life depended on it because, well, it kind of did. So all in all, I pretty much had more opiates than I bargained for, and I’m now suffering the aftereffects of forcible opiate detox.

I believe blabbering about it is part of the process.