...and Queen Ginger has never been so glad to see a week end!!
On top of a long, rugged week at work, the redbuds have come into bloom in South Texas. This is both a blessing and a curse for nature lovers. On the one hand, it signals the beginning of the spring growth season, and creates a sight to behold in Queen G's historic neighborhood as barren branches give way to purplish-pink flushes of bloomery, and eventually to bright green growth as the trees return to leafy splendor!
On the other hand, with the flowers come pollen, and when all the trees begin to bloom at once, pollen accumulations are measured like snowfall to warn wary allergy sufferers what they can expect for the day!
Queen Ginger's allergies are typically well controlled, but usually once a year in spring, as her body makes the adjustment to the change in atmosphere, she will get a sinus attack that leaves her sneezing, dripping, coughing, and praying for a prompt end to her misery!
Such was the situation this week, and after night 3 of awakening herself and the kitties with fits of coughing, Miss G decided at 3 am this morning to pull out the bottle of codeine laced cough syrup she saves for such special occasions!
Yes, folks, this is the very same cough syrup that Houston's rap community has made famous at their special occasions, but in Queen G's case it was prescribed, not stolen from a medical center lockup but an overnight janitor strung out on crack.
However, because she took it at 3 in the morning, and her bottle was a couple of years old, Queen Ginger awakened feeling like an overnight janitor strung out on crack who had just worked a double shift!
When her alarm first went off and she stumbled down the stairs, she realized she was waaaaay too loopy to drive herself across town to work, so she went back to the sheets to give herself another hour to sleep it off. After another good hour in the sack with Princess Shelby, Queen G felt confident she could operate her heavy machinery well enough to get herself safely across town, but was really a worthless piece of shit all day long.
Now, it's looking like Miss G may have to miss one of the best parties of the year her in Houston! She finds it hard to believe that people actually take this stuff on purpose, solely for the purpose of making themselves feel this way! How bad would one's life have to be to make it feel better to have the sensation that your head has been inextricably shoved into a giant marshmallow?!
Maybe if she gets herself to bed soon she can get to feeling better by tomorrow!