That hunk of EVIL is still there. Today I seriously contemplated swallowing a waffle whole, theorizing that if it totally blocked my windpipe that it would surely sweep the nasty EVIL out of my throat. It took me a good 5 minutes before I realized that the idea had a few bad points. That’s how totally insane this is making me. Thursday I figured that pipe cleaners down the throat might work. Yesterday it was thinking I could swallow some steel wool. I actually TRIED shoving my whole hand in my mouth and sweeping it out with my fingers. That didn’t work so well. Luckily, one of the cough meds the doc gave me has codine in it, so I’ve been spending my evenings high. I refuse to spend all day high, because if it’s rather prominent abuse potential. I really don’t need to go to rehab for cough syrup addiction. It’s rather bizzare when you feel fine, then you realize that you can’t feel your skin.