Does anyone have any suggestions on what to do for a persistent, dry cough that refuses to go away?

Alright, here's the deal: I've been "sick" at home for a week. All week I've felt mostly fine, a little dizzy and unhungry here and there, but that's usual for me when I've got a cold.

However, I have a persistent dry cough that REFUSES to get the hell out of my throat.
It's gotten so bad that I've almost thrown up on multiple occasions for the mere reason that I'm coughing too hard.

Any ideas on how to stop this?

So far, I've tried:

- drinking hot water (The taste of tea is highly unappealing to me)
- drinking hot honey water
- eating plain honey
- taking cough medicine
- eating Halls cough drops
- drinking orange juice/other fruit juice
- eating oranges/other fruits
- taking a warm/hot shower
- taking a warm/hot bath
- drinking chicken noodle soup
- getting plenty of rest (if I sleep anymore, I'm going to permanently be hibernating)
- not talking
- really-disgusting-tasting-throat-lozenges-of-some-Chinese-brand (it tastes like it shouldn't even be edible)
- eating salt(y stuff) to kill germs

I'm not going to try gargling with salt water again because last time I did that, I gagged right after. o-o

Everything I've tried doesn't cure my cough, and it's getting to the point where I'm going insane.

Any help would be greatly appreciated.

Commissions: Closed.
Art Trades: Closed.
Brain: Has farted.
Life: Is rollin' _{for now...}

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Hey guise (this seems to be my favourite opening phrase), due to my enormous list of people whom I watch, I have discovered this journal, on the subject of Common Sense.

It's a good read, and I highly recommend that you take a look at it and reflect on whether or not it holds any truth.
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Hey guise,

I'm tired. Tiiiired. Tired with a capital T. :<

School is a killer, to be sure. Hasn't it always been? But it's even more lethal and deadly this year. I'm just about ready to fall over from sheer exhaustion, but hey, it's only been a month!

Oh dear. I am doomed.

Anyhow, I found a little bit of motivation to continue drawing through traditional art. I guess I haven't drawn with good old pencils, paper, pencil crayons, and ink, in a very, very long time.

Basically, this means a hold on any digital art I was previously working on (which would probably turn out better, whoops~)

Although I have gotten over my slight fear of drawing things traditionally due to the lack of a handy CTRL + Z at your fingertips.


I would really, really like to start selling art online in my spare time, since I plan on doing that way later into my life as a secondary source of survival (whoa, alliteration!). However, this requires Paypal.

I've been asking my dad about it for the past while, but he's always avoided the question entirely and just asked me more questions in the way of answer. He tells me that you need a credit card to create an account with Paypal, but is that really the case?
_{(I don't think everyone that has one actually has said credit card, and it is not linked to their parents' either).}

Also, if I ever did manage to get Paypal, where would be the best place to sell art?

Certainly I am much too unknown on dA to find any interest.
And I'm only an amateur, sadly. There are much more talented artists out there. =b


Anyhow, I am very tired and I think I should go sleep soon. Silly boy takes so long to go to bed so I can say goodnight to him. xD Ah wells.

Oh and, I appreciate you all very muchly~
_{(you know Kes loves chuu, just like Wernaldo the jellyfish does~)}

Commissions: Closed.
Art Trades: Closed.
Brain: Has broke'd.



What is your motivation to live?

Commissions: Closed.
Art Trades: Closed.
Brain: Has disappeared.

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_{Rewrote journal...}

...I am reminded of just how quickly life stops for a moment before us, a split-second until it passes us without a second thought.

There was nothing special about today. Another day at school, learning various things in a half-awake state. Another day with friends, laughing at every joke we created, and even those words which were not meant to be silly, but somehow were. Another day spent staying up late, expanding my previously-antisocial-boundaries and completing homework for when the sun rises and the cycle begins anew.

Picture this perfectly ordinary day in your mind.

Then imagine that the dog you've shared four years with, you found at the top of the first flight of steps, lying on his side with his eyes glazed and wide open, mouth gaping in an everlasting last breath, tongue lolling out unintentionally as he clung to life.

This is the scene that awaited me as I tiredly staggered up the stairs toward the bathroom. Every nerve in my body jolted with shock as I saw him lie there; the blank expression on his face, his teeth glinting in the one light I had just turned on, was enough to startle me into wakefulness.

Shock. So I did the first thing that became possible for me to do. I said his name.

There was no response. I said it again, knowing that he was half-deaf and partially-blind due to cataracts. Nothing. For a moment, I thought he was dead. Then he twitched. Once. Twice. Motionless. Again.

Convulsions.

I hurried up the remaining stairs as fast as I could. My other dog, much to my surprise, though I didn't really think about it until just now, was lying quietly in the hallway, immediately sitting up and staring up at me with wide, dark eyes. She made little crying sounds quietly, and watched me enter my parents' bedroom.

Yes, it's 1:30AM in the morning, and yes, everyone is sleeping. But this is my mom's dog; he is more important than missed sleep.

Both mom and dad rushed down to my dying dog, realizing as I did that he did not respond at all. Dad went to check the phonebook for emergency veterinarians open this late. Mom didn't want to put the dog down, just in case he would miraculously recover. Dad looked anyway. I couldn't watch anymore, felt my mom needed to be alone with her beloved pet of 15 years.

When I came back down, he was gone.

He's gone.

We will bury him tomorrow, when it is day and my sister is awake and she and my grandparents will be ultimately stunned that he is gone.

My other dog, the female, she immediately went outside as soon as I woke my parents. She's sitting still like a statue out there, in the dark. I wonder if she's keeping vigil for his passing. They were best friends to one another. I wonder how she will deal now, without company.

My mom is devastated; he was her first dog and her main company before.
I think I'll draw her a picture, even if it's not much.

The only solace I can offer now is that maybe he is chasing FedEx guys across the clouds, finding delight in exploring his boundary-less new territory. No more blindness, no more deafness, no more flashes of pain or trouble climbing stairs. Have fun, little guy. You can bark all you like up there.


R.I.P. Won Won, the World's Bravest, Cowardly Doggy.

Commissions: Closed.
Art Trades: Closed.
Brain: Not functioning fast enough!


...fa-la-la-la-laa, la-la-la-la~

The days of trudging dismally toward your impending doom, defined by back-breaking textbooks and never-ending assignments, has returned. That's right, it's school again.

Phew, I think I can drop the epicness now.
What I've mostly stopped by here to say is that the dreaded age of homework and study has returned, and as such, I won't have time to check my dA four or five times a day regularly like I used to during the holidays. If I take forever to reply to your comments, notes, or such, please do not be alarmed and think that I am dead, for I am (most probably) very much alive, but struggling under the pile of schoolwork that landed on my head.

I've been attempting to sleep earlier, though, so my mind feels much clearer than last year. Sadly, it still doesn't register things fast enough for me to possibly figure out the intense algebraic equations in my homework, thus I am glad for my friends superior smartness in figuring these things out (you math pros). =b

However, I have managed to finish all my commission requests a few days before the beginning of school, so yes! Self-achievement is good. I feel good that I actually managed to finish all requests that I committed myself to. And, and, I think my art is getting better too!

Unfortunately, you'll be seeing a lot less artwork and things from me now, since I'm trying to keep up with other things in real life. However, I might upload some sketches I draw during -cough- after class, if I have some idea what to draw. xD


For some reason, I suddenly have this urge to listen to older songs, hence the song I am listening to right now (actually, it got stuck in my head after playing on the radio; did you know that there are 29 "yeah"s in the lyrics?). xD

East of Eden is an awesome book. I highly recommend that you read it. Or maybe I just like the themes in it. Anyway, it was the crazy 600-page book that I successfully read for my English class. Hope no one else picked the same thing as me. That wouldn't be cool. =b

...vanilla yogurt is yummy. I also highly recommend that you freeze yogurt and eat it. Healthy, frozen treat! -thumbsup-
_{(or at least, it's healthier than ice cream)}


But yes! That's all for now, cyaz~