The Plague
Ahhhh I ended up catching Aunty Pam's germs from a few weeks ago...weirdest cold ever. Its weird how for all my 44 yrs the common cold virus and all its variants have played out in exactly the same way. The sore throat starts, a warning of what is to come. Eventually that turns into 'razor blade throat' and the snot begins to flow...the production of snot has always been a fascination of mine. Blowing your nose for days on end, expelling the never ending flow of snot...too bad that shit wasn't worth money. Then the coughing begins....unproductive and painful at first...making the throat even worse...the cement head headache...ribs and whole body rattling in pain from the coughing nightmare...the nasal throat snot flow tickle that makes for the uncontrollable coughing spasms, keeping you up (and everyone nearby) at night...then eventually that cement shit in your lungs loosens up and you get a bit of relief and coughing is no longer the nightmare it once was. That is a text book cold for me. Fucking misery. This cold was some sort of mutant. Cement lungs, unproductive sporadic coughing only...no runny nose, no lava snot, no headache....just fatigue and cement lungs with a side of tranny voice. Weird. I have to stop thinking about this now though or I will get myself in a tizzy about mutating germs and how they are EVERYWHERE.
Recovered from the surprise of A's return...only to be reminded how much of a crap roomie she can be. I am serious. It is like I am living with a blind person who ever puts anything she touches away, makes mess that she doesn't notice to clean up and the noise......you know you are old and hermit-like when just the mere presence of someone in the house is annoying haha Good thing I love her. Thursday night I was awoken by the phone ringing at 1 am...mega panic b/c someone MUST be dead to call at 1 am, right?! Oh no, it is just drunk Miss A...in my grogginess I forgot that the phone
ringing can also be someone buzzing to get in the bldg...so I tell her to hang up and buzz me (which she actually had only I was too duh to put that together) - of course she doesn't call back so I throw on a housecoat and start tromping down the VERY LONG 8 MILE HALLWAY WALK down to the elevator...half way there I see drunky stumble through a set of doors...she yelled out "MADRE!!!" all excited as I turned on a dime and started stomping back to the apartment, totally pissed off that I was awake and walking the hallways at 1 am. Back at the apartment Miss Drunky wants to chat... "MOM LETS TALK!" - "Ummm no, go to bed, some of us have jobs and have to get up in the morning."....I go crawl back into bed, unamused at the thumping and sounds of her weaving through the hall and doorway, like a pinball bouncing back and forth off anything in her path. She drunkenly loudly whispered through the crack in my door "MOM DO YOU WANT TO TALK?" - NO. I know what happens if you engage Miss A in conversation....it'll be a 3 hour affair of her crying, laughing, being funny, crying more, telling stories....etc...in all honesty, chatting with Miss Drunky is entertaining and you really find out
shit about her b/c her guard is down...she's usually very standoffish in the feelings dept. But.......I was not in the mood.
Eventually she stopped moving and it got quiet. In the morning I saw that her bedroom door was wide open, she was cocooned under her blankets but her window curtains were wide open so it was like a UFO was landing in there - so bright...I would have closed them but I was still mad at her for waking me up. She apologized the next day in a genuine fashion so I could not hold a grudge, which was nice. Fresh start. Love that kid...little jerk.
Kim and Miss A went kayaking yesterday...looks so nice out there. Nice to be so close to the gorge for that sort of thing. Not that I plan on going outside ever again - this medication....sweetmotherofgawd - both have side effects of 'excessive sweating'...I can hardly begin to describe what it is like for someone who is fat and already running warmer than the norm to be struck with such an affliction. YES I SAID AFFLICTION. I exert zero effort just standing up and I can feel the sweat trickling off my head...my hair is always wet with sweat...it is a phenomenal gross out and really really annoying.
I pretty much just sit in front of a fan every moment possible (more than usually). JFC. In my best Game of Thrones Jon Snow voice: SUMMER IS COMING. Did some reading about it, going to try an antihistamine and see if that helps...either way, next weekend I am going to skip a dose of meds (I take them both once a day) and see how my arm feels au natural...the sooner I am off this crap the better.
Recovered from the surprise of A's return...only to be reminded how much of a crap roomie she can be. I am serious. It is like I am living with a blind person who ever puts anything she touches away, makes mess that she doesn't notice to clean up and the noise......you know you are old and hermit-like when just the mere presence of someone in the house is annoying haha Good thing I love her. Thursday night I was awoken by the phone ringing at 1 am...mega panic b/c someone MUST be dead to call at 1 am, right?! Oh no, it is just drunk Miss A...in my grogginess I forgot that the phone
ringing can also be someone buzzing to get in the bldg...so I tell her to hang up and buzz me (which she actually had only I was too duh to put that together) - of course she doesn't call back so I throw on a housecoat and start tromping down the VERY LONG 8 MILE HALLWAY WALK down to the elevator...half way there I see drunky stumble through a set of doors...she yelled out "MADRE!!!" all excited as I turned on a dime and started stomping back to the apartment, totally pissed off that I was awake and walking the hallways at 1 am. Back at the apartment Miss Drunky wants to chat... "MOM LETS TALK!" - "Ummm no, go to bed, some of us have jobs and have to get up in the morning."....I go crawl back into bed, unamused at the thumping and sounds of her weaving through the hall and doorway, like a pinball bouncing back and forth off anything in her path. She drunkenly loudly whispered through the crack in my door "MOM DO YOU WANT TO TALK?" - NO. I know what happens if you engage Miss A in conversation....it'll be a 3 hour affair of her crying, laughing, being funny, crying more, telling stories....etc...in all honesty, chatting with Miss Drunky is entertaining and you really find out shit about her b/c her guard is down...she's usually very standoffish in the feelings dept. But.......I was not in the mood.
Eventually she stopped moving and it got quiet. In the morning I saw that her bedroom door was wide open, she was cocooned under her blankets but her window curtains were wide open so it was like a UFO was landing in there - so bright...I would have closed them but I was still mad at her for waking me up. She apologized the next day in a genuine fashion so I could not hold a grudge, which was nice. Fresh start. Love that kid...little jerk.
Kim and Miss A went kayaking yesterday...looks so nice out there. Nice to be so close to the gorge for that sort of thing. Not that I plan on going outside ever again - this medication....sweetmotherofgawd - both have side effects of 'excessive sweating'...I can hardly begin to describe what it is like for someone who is fat and already running warmer than the norm to be struck with such an affliction. YES I SAID AFFLICTION. I exert zero effort just standing up and I can feel the sweat trickling off my head...my hair is always wet with sweat...it is a phenomenal gross out and really really annoying.
I pretty much just sit in front of a fan every moment possible (more than usually). JFC. In my best Game of Thrones Jon Snow voice: SUMMER IS COMING. Did some reading about it, going to try an antihistamine and see if that helps...either way, next weekend I am going to skip a dose of meds (I take them both once a day) and see how my arm feels au natural...the sooner I am off this crap the better.