Drowning in my own head
I feel like my body is sending me the following desperate telegraph:
"CAN'T BREATHE (stop). MUCUS EVERYWHERE (stop). SINUS FILLING/DRAINING CYCLE A TORMENT (stop). SEND DECONGESTANTS (stop). SEND DRILLS (stop). SEND WASABI BOMBS (stop). FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, JUST SEND SOMETHING TO MAKE IT STOP (stop)."
I suppose that I prefer the lava lamp sinus activity to the throat-tickling, chest-tenderizing coughing phase, but guh. I feel like I'm underwater or something, up to and including having to pop my ears every so often.
In other news, my four-year LJ anniversary came and went. I don't know how Ikilled time kept up with everybody lived without it. (I have a sneaking suspicion that KoL helped a lot with that.) I celebrated by finally (!) catching up with my flist; skip-0 is a ridiculous achievement at best. There's a few back entries here and there to which I'd like to respond, and I'm giving up entirely on the huge sucking hole that was December, but otherwise, I finally feel up to date.
It might be the cold, or my ongoing self-induced sleep deprivation (due to extreme stupidity and inability to just GO TO BED ON TIME), but today, coming off Obama's inauguration, I feel not so much joy or exhilaration but relief, like I've been living with a horrible kink in my back and someone just popped it back into place. This is the way it's supposed to have been. This is getting back on track and moving forward. It's going to take some getting used to, I'm sure, but oh! The horizon beckons.
"CAN'T BREATHE (stop). MUCUS EVERYWHERE (stop). SINUS FILLING/DRAINING CYCLE A TORMENT (stop). SEND DECONGESTANTS (stop). SEND DRILLS (stop). SEND WASABI BOMBS (stop). FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, JUST SEND SOMETHING TO MAKE IT STOP (stop)."
I suppose that I prefer the lava lamp sinus activity to the throat-tickling, chest-tenderizing coughing phase, but guh. I feel like I'm underwater or something, up to and including having to pop my ears every so often.
In other news, my four-year LJ anniversary came and went. I don't know how I
It might be the cold, or my ongoing self-induced sleep deprivation (due to extreme stupidity and inability to just GO TO BED ON TIME), but today, coming off Obama's inauguration, I feel not so much joy or exhilaration but relief, like I've been living with a horrible kink in my back and someone just popped it back into place. This is the way it's supposed to have been. This is getting back on track and moving forward. It's going to take some getting used to, I'm sure, but oh! The horizon beckons.