November 2nd, 2012

intestines

Sick, but nothing to do with my bowels. This icon just expresses my feelings on the matter.

I don't know if I mentioned it, but Sunday when the hurricane was coming in, I got sick. Like high fever and chills kind of sick. The fever broke Sunday night, which left me with this lovely congestion and cough. Monday and Tuesday were fine: I could stay at home with public transit out, lay on my couch, and pay homage to the Kleenex gods. I was slowly getting better in the way of lingering congestion does: I feel better each day, but every time I sit for more than five minutes I leave behind a small pile of tissues. Wednesday and Thursday I went into work. I started coughing more, and was blowing my nose every 5-10 minutes instead of every 3, but I was getting better.

Then my ears started bothering me. It started with a crackling sound in my ears. Then yesterday, everything started sounding like it was under water in my left ear. About noon, my left ear very suddenly became muffled sounding. Then it had the weird underwater effect. Then it started to hurt.

That was not cool. So off to the clinic I went. The thing that annoyed me most was she kept calling it allergies. Looks lady, it's not allergies. There is nothing triggering this response in me that is not a virus or a bacteria of some sort. STOP CALLING IT THAT. But she gave me the following run down of what was going on:

1) My ears are not infected. Meaning there's no happy, fun pill I can take to make it go away.
2) There's fluid and pressure build up behind my ears due to the congestion. I shouldn't travel because pressure changes = very bad. This means no family reunion.
3) The only thing to do is wait it out and rest. I am not thrilled with this, but that's the way it is.
4) There is medicine to help make the symptoms less severe, but mostly I'm just going to have to suck it up.

Last night I had a bought of insomnia brought about by the fact that I can't breathe out my nose, I have pressure in my sinuses, and now it sounds like I'm stuck permanently in the underwater scenes of the Little Mermaid. I was going to go into work. Then my wonderful, beautiful, sweet wife drove me down to work to get my laptop because she thought it would be better to work from home. Half way back I said "Fuck it. When we get home, I'm going back to bed." So I called in to work and told them I'm not coming.

Then I went to sleep for an extra four hours. IT WAS GLORIOUS.

Still can't hear well. Still coughing and sneezing. Still feel like my sinuses are full of liquidy slime. But dammit, now at least I feel rested.

Needless to say, creativity has taken a hike as I've dealt with this mess. Which is my way of saying I haven't written anything all week. Hopefully, that will change once I get through this. And if I never see another box of tissues again, it will be too soon.

PS: Kira says "Hi" to everyone. Literary cat is literary. ``````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````