I've had this horrible head-splitting, respiratory-tract-blocking cold for two days now - can't breathe through my nose, my throat hurts, I'm coughing and sneezing and I have a headache that makes seeing a difficulty. Taken drugs, no effect (the yellow Tylenol Cold pills that make the room go all wavery and ripply). So I'm reduced to lying in my bed, curled up into a ball, hoping it will go away and leave me alone, because what did I ever do to it?
Oh, and tea. But Dad keeps drinking the last in the pot and not making more. And complaining that there's no tea. Which he's always done, but right now it's approaching a motive for murder. >.<
Anyway - he wakes me up at ten-thirty this morning, and says that my sisters forgot lunch money, so I have to get up and make them lunch, and drive it up to them at school.
Excuse me, but which one of us is dying? Not him, methinks. Grar. Bastard.
When he's trying to wake me up and I don't want to wake up, he tickles. So I kicked him. ;)
I did end up making the lunches, though - but I went into his office and deposited them on his desk: "Lunches. And if you don't take them, they're not getting food. Later." And went and collapsed back into bed.
Excuse me, must lapse into a coma now...