Laugh Until It Hurts

I wake up this morning with the most sore throat I can ever imagine. I can't eat solid foods because I have a really hard time swallowing. I can barely talk and my throat hurts whenever I laugh. I don't know how I am going to heal this but I hope it wont hurt this much tomorrow when I need my voice the most. At work! Especially being that I work with children.

It's hard to believe that laughing is what caused all of this to happen. I lost my voice before from screaming so much at Six Flags Great Adventures Theme Park. It took almost three days just for me to recover from a sore throat. Today I tried using a chloraseptic spray to see if it will somewhat relieve my sore throat but no luck. I was offered alcohol, salt water with lemon, and ginger but I am afraid to take either or because I believe it will only burn my throat. I don't like taking medicine and I am not quite sure every home remedy works so normally I suck it up and deal with the pain. Sleeping it off usually is my best resort.

I will be lying to myself if I said I regret laughing so hard, but how can someone resist laughing? If you're having fun and especially when you are in the company of my silly brothers and friends I can guarantee you will laugh just as hard as I did. But maybe, yesterday really took the cake. I have a feeling it is bound to happen all over again sooner than later.

Creepy Centipedes

OMG! Did I just see the biggest and most ugliest centipede in my life! I hate those things. It creeps me out to the bone. I just saw one huge grayish brown centipede the size of my index finger crawl right across my bedroom floor. I screamed, squealed and jumped on my computer chair so quick you could have sworn I saw a rat or something worse.

I called out for help and my cousin came into my bedroom. She asked what happened with freight because she heard my screams. I told her what it was and where it went then she tried to kill it but it had already ran off somewhere. I was still standing on my computer chair. So my cousin called for help and got my uncle to come kill the damn thing. For some reason, he has a fascination with killing centipedes. I don't know what it is but I am just glad that he isn't scared of them. He got the broom stick from the kitchen and searched for it by removing my dressers to the side in search to see where it had ran off to.

Unfortunately, my uncle must have came a bit too late because we couldn't find the ugly creature anywhere. What we decided to do is spray my room with Insect Control in hop9es of killing the centipede. As I write this blog, I had already put my shoes back on and stayed on my computer chair to type this. I can honestly say, I am afraid to leave this room or to move to go anywhere. I don't want that thing to crawl out of his little sneaky hiding area and find a new home within this home that I live in.

This is my turf and I refuse to be scared off because of some creepy looking insect! I HATE CENTIPEDES!!!