The Antihistamine Faery Rocks!

Well, the sweet angel of death is giving me no love but thankfully the antihistamine faery has sprinkled me with her lovely de-watermelonheadifying faery dust and I am feeling almost human again. At least the head isn't all balloon-y anymore and the ears are on the mend. Which is great because as much as I love to hear myself talk I really don't need to hear myself at 4 times the standard volume. Creepy. I had coffee with a friend yesterday and I noticed she kept having to lean forward to hear me but in my head it was so loud it almost made my ears bleed. It's true. Would I lie to you? I must go now as I just saw the doglet run by with one of my sneakers in her mouth. Crap.