Mamamontezz's Mental Rumpus Room

Puny, redux

I can't think of the last time something this seemingly insignificant has hurt me this bad. I could have sworn this was just a garden variety sinus infection, but this has hit me hard. It feels the way I imagine that mouse feels when all wrapped up in the coils of a boa. No matter how hard I breath, it's all tight, like my lungs are full of water.

I sat in front of the computer last night, begging for sleep to finally overtake me, but no such luck. Tylenol, benadryl, nothing relaxed me or relieved my conjestion. I lay in bed for hours, feeling my heart race to compensate for my congested lungs. It was like enduring a 5 hours germ-induced anxiety attack, and by 5am I had surrendered. I called work, found a pill, took it, and went to bed. Even at that, it was almost 8am before I finally went to sleep.

After sleeping until noon, I still feel like I've been up since Friday.

Dammit, I want this to go away. It's going to take a session of good, old-fashioned croup to get all that sludge up, and I'm not looking forward to it. So tonight I'm going to start the Robitussen DM to start the process and maybe get some sleep.

At least I'd better be able to work tomorrow. I need this job. Bad. I have too many people depending on me and only me. At least the mortgage is paid. That's all that matters at this point.

Want something different to read? Maybe some old stuff? Go play in the archives at my old site and see what you can find. Some of it's pretty sad, some of it's pretty good. You just never know when you stumble in there if it will be shit or applebutter till you get close.