The Insane Morphing Mutant Clown

He lives in my head. He’s insane, scary, mutant, and ugly. He’s been living in my head the last week. Ahhhhh!!!!


Okay, it’s really a COLD in my head, but it was so much more fun to call it a clown. Don’t ya think?

IMM Clown arrived wearing his funny shoes. He had orange lapels, with a sequin black and white vest. What can I say? He has a passion for fashion. His first trick was a deep rumble in my chest. It was like a freight train was coming out of my throat. I tried to cough him out, but no luck.

Then my clown decided to turn on the funhouse faucets of my nose. Drip, drip, sniffle, snort. The SOUNDS he made. OMG! Most embarrassing of all was when I went to buy cold medicine at CVS. Laughingly he cranked the faucet as I was punching in my ATM code. No amount of sucking that sniff with all my might helped. I still dripped in front of the clerk. The horror!

That’s when I knew he was evil and that he had to go. I brought out the big boys. NyQuil and Mucinex to kick the stuffing out that clown. To show him who is boss. This wasn’t a three ring circus. Well that showed him alright.

Except…..we didn’t realize he was a MORPHING MUTANT. Yeah. He morphed to something like half his size. Climbed up into a sinus crevice behind my eye. Right next to my BRAIN (whimper). He proceeded to beat his drum, not the snare, but the big booming bass.

It vibrated through my noggin’ on the entire right side of my head. Dizzy, nauseous, and miserable. I had a feeling this clown was trying to bring me down. Break my spirit. Make me not happy. HA.

I showed him. Sydney, Jason, and I went to a movie. The Book of Eli. Good show. How do you like them apples clown?

Well, he doubled his efforts. Playing Rock Band like it was the end of the song and he was banging away for the bonus points. That was a mean trick. Then, he piled into his tiny clown car doing wheelies, and honking the horn over and over. Ahhh! That is likely to make a person beg for mercy and leave work early.

I went to the clown exorcist. He worked his mojo magic. Clown scrabbled. He morphed. He mutated and I think his head spun around three times. When the exorcist sent the steroid heads in. He knew he was doomed. Just look at em’.

They are mighty. They mean business flexing their pecs and they are out to annihilate the clown man. Funny they look familiar?

ANYWAYS, they brought their arsenal.

Clowns HATE pink antibiotics missiles that run them down in their clown car. And they really, really don’t like nasal tear gas.

You are smoke buddy.

Say good-bye. No more insane morphing mutant clown in my head. I am finally horizontal and ready to face the world again. It was a doozy of a ride and not funny at all. Clowns stink.

If you decide to come back, making it a sequel, be prepared. My roid friends are close at hand. Cue Terminator music. Dun, dun, dun, dun. Dun, dun, dun, dun.

On a personal note- The last few days, I have only read blog posts sporadically from my iPhone while I was waging war with the clown in vertical position. Now that I’m back in the land of the living – sane (ahem). I’ll be by soon. Can’t wait to see what’s been going on in your lives.

Oh and for those who missed it. Insane Morphing Mutant Clown = cold. Doc + medicine = Cold eradicator. Yay! And yes this is very silly, but I am SO HAPPY to be feeling better. 😀

24 thoughts on “The Insane Morphing Mutant Clown

  1. You are the only person I know who can make something so hysterically funny about having a head cold. I don’t think I’ve ever personified any of my ailments. That clown alone would be enough to scare the heebie jeebies out of me..
    Glad you’re feeling better. I’d hate to think what would happen if you weren’t.

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  2. Glad to hear you are feeling better now! It sounds like you had a pretty rough time of it. That was one NASTY clown and makes me really not want to visit a circus anytime soon.

    Thinking that the glass is half full here, I suppose it’s a good thing it was just a clown that crawled up inya and not an Elephant or the bearded lady! I shudder to think what THAT would have been like for ya. 😀

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  3. I’m glad you’re finally starting to feel better! Boy, you’ve been making your rounds with the docs lately. Hopefully after this bout it will be smooth sailing. At least your sunny disposition seems to have weathered the storm completely in tact. Yay!

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  4. I’m glad you are on the mend but I think a horrid little clown friend found their way to my house when they spilled out of the car. That or he snuck in on the back of my plane home. I’m going to see if a healthy slather of Vick’s and another dose of Nyquil scares him off. 🙂

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  5. Way to kick some clown butt! Glad to hear you are feeling better.
    I kid you not I have one of those clown cups in my cupboard! My 10 year old got it at the circus 2 years ago! It freaks my 17 year old out big time and she keeps pushing it way in the back. The youngest one and I keep finding it and then we put it somewhere else in the kitchen to get to her! I know we are so weird! 🙂

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