So, I've been sick for a while. I have had this cough that refuses to go away. And its not like a once an hour you cough your lungs out... no. That would be nice. This one is a every deep breath I take I cough once or twice. Sometimes it is an every word you say, you have to cough in between kind of cough. Needless to say, I am quite irritated.
Last Friday, Mallory, Ian, and I decided to watch Remember the Titans, and about every three seconds, I would cough. It was really annoying, so I decided to go home and take some cough syrup. Normally, it knocks me out, but if I try really hard I can stay awake. Unfortunately, that night, I guess I couldn't fight very hard and I was asleep on Ian's couch within a half hour. I guess he fell asleep on the other couch, which left Mallory watching the movie all by herself next to me.
Apparently, I was still coughing in my sleep, though, because Mal told me that it sounded like I was laughing and would cough/laugh at all the right times in the movie... weird.
Anyway, so if I get woken up from a cough syrup sleep before about five hours after I've taken it, I'm pretty loopy. Unfortunately, I couldn't very well spend the night on Ian's couch, so Mal did the nice thing and tried to wake me up.
DISCLAIMER: Most of the following, I don't really remember, but was told by Mallory. All I can really remember is a little bit like a dream you have, but you can only remember the feeling of and no real details.
So, apparently it takes Mallory like twenty minutes to wake me up in the first place. I guess she tried taking my blanket off my toes, which I made a loud grunt at and re-covered my toes. She tried getting me to stand up... I guess I ended up on the ground. Basically, every attempt she made led to me making some really embarrassing mean grunt and rolling over and ignoring her. Honestly, she's probably lucky I didn't kick her or something.
Realizing she couldn't get me up, she woke up Ian to see if he would have any more luck. I guess he picked me up and put me back on the couch. Then he ripped the blanket off me, to which I woke up. And this part I remember: I opened my eyes and saw him and got really freaked out and exclaimed "where am I?!". I remember thinking I was in my bed asleep, but suddenly there was a guy standing over me. I was a little freaked out. After that, it gets foggy again. I think I fell back asleep, but somehow Ian got me to stand up.
I guess I couldn't really stand up, though, so he was holding me up. I guess I wanted my purse, and I couldn't talk... or maybe I wouldn't talk, or something, so I grunted at my purse and Mallory read my mind. Then I realized I didn't have shoes on, so I got Ian to let me go... or maybe he was still holding me up... and I put my shoes on. And then I had to walk back to my place. Ian was still holding me up, but I think at some point I made him let me go to prove I could walk on my own.
I walked... well wobbled into my apartment, and there were of course a million and a half people over, who all started snickering at me (that I remember a little, because I was embarrassed.... apparently before this I had no shame??). Then I realized I didn't have my cell phone which is my alarm clock, so I mumbled something about it to Mallory and then wobbled back to Ian's and just walked in and took my cell phone.
Then I came back and walked upstairs... I'm pretty sure I really just pushed myself up the wall, cuz I don't think I could have balanced and wobbled at the same time. Then I realized how thirsty I was and came back down to get a drink. Then I apparently started falling asleep with the cup falling out of my hands, so Mal sent me back upstairs. After that I remember texting Mallory and Ian, but I don't think I was all that coherent... or at least I can't really remember if the texts I sent were intelligible at all. After a while, I finally fell asleep.
The next morning was, of course, game day. I have never seen the sun so painfully bright, or the drum line so poundingly loud. I thought my brain would liquefy and just pour out of the holes in my face.
So, in conclusion, I apparently am a lightweight and can't handle a tiny cup of 10% alcohol. Who knew? I guess that's what I get for never really drinking alcohol in my life. If you ever want to see me really strange, though, now you know what to do :P
