MORTAL PERIL *ominous music*

The good news is, I slept for about 13 hours and feel roughly like a person again. The bad news? I have actually run out of asthma spray. Fuck. I wouldn't be concerned about making it through a single day if my mother weren't coming, but she is and there will be dog particles on her clothes and I don't even know how many of my siblings she's bringing. Four people with doggy clothes might just kill me.

My only option at this point appears to be to take a double dose of my hay fever meds, which have always been rather ineffective to begin with, and hope that it'll save me from having to do anything embarrassing. Such as begging the apothecary to give me something I don't have a prescription for yet.

Although ... haha. I just tried to find out which pharmacy is even open on Sundays and discovered that it only opens for a total of two hours. Before my mother arrives. So either I do the begging before I'm even sure if it'll be necessary or I'm screwed. SOMETIMES I LOVE SMALL TOWN LIFE. Though it's my own fault for not being prepared, I guess. Except not really because I was incapable of doing the preparing. Gah.

Also, oww. My neck seems interested in killing me, too.