That’s when it hit the fan. Everything (and I do mean everything) aches. Ear, nose, throat. Dry cough (the pits). I can’t take Nyquil because it’s a lot like being on speed (not that I’ve taken it, you understand). Benedryl’s the same—eyeballs popping around, wide awake all night long, and when morning comes I’m a dessicated hunk of misery.
Then the ocular migraine hit. It’s like this, exactly like this.
So forget reading or watching TV.
I can barely see clearly enough to type, so…
Cats, Little Miss Mayhem specifically.