Totally remembering why I stopped taking the sleepy pills right now
Because I am extra tasty crispy fried right now. Got that “squashed flat” feeling, like I got run over by a cartpoon steamroller. I feel strange tingles in strange places. My whole body feels raw and sensitive. I am, of course, pretty dizzy, and it gets worse when I move my head, suggesting it’s an inner ear thing.
I probably have fluid in my ear from allergies.
Even when I take my Reactine Complete, those messed up sinuses of mine find a way to fuck me up.
As I suspected, the antibiotics I have been taking have had little effect on this thing on my right am – let’s call it The Boil. If anything, the damn thing has gotten worse.
I will show it to the doc when I see him Wednesday. Seems to me that gettign rid of this fucking thing will require something topical, like Trump jokes like a cream or salve.
It still looks very “angry”.
The words, they are coming very hard right now.
I wish I was too. Ha ha ha.
It’s very hard to stay focused on the task. My head is extrea floaty and it makes it hard to stay in any one place, mentally speaking.
As it is, I am going to have to do this blog entry in two parts, which I normally would never do on a Sunday.
But I really need to go back to sleep for a while and that will require a break. Right now it’s around 1:30. Hopefully I can complete this half of the entry by 2. Then I will nap for like, two hours, and get up at 4 to do Part 2 of this thing you’re reading.
We’re trying to get to Denny’s earlier than our usual somewhat sluggish 7:30 to 8 p,m so we will have more time to watch stuff after coming back to the apartment.
Which means less time for me to nap.
Hopefully, I will feel somewhat perkier after some more sleep. This whole mental fog bullshit is really becoming a pain in the ass.
And not the fun kind, either.
150 words to go. I can do this. I have to do this. For the crown. For the Queen. FOR FREEEEEEDOM! Guitar solo!
Man do I need that sleep.
Not much to report re : what I have instead of a life. Shadow of War continues to be an excellent game, which is good. I finally got to the free-roaming part and I am loving it. Just wandering around killing orcs ad doing side-quests and having fun.
One thing that impresses me about the game is that you have lost none of your powers from the previous game. They totally did not go the cheap way a lot of games do and have the character lose everything so they can start at the bottom again.
Nope! I can do all the cool shit from the previous game. Fucking A.
Time for me to lapse back into my coma.
I feel even worse than before. Probably because I am less numb.
Now I have a massive headache. Alleve took some of the edge off ti but it’s still painful as fuck. I feel a little nauseous and/or heat-sick.
It can be hard to tell the difference sometimes.
I have a lot of trouble concentrating. I am definitely not firing on all cylinders right now. I feel dopey and grump and probably need to see a doc.
Dwarf joke. Ha ha ha.
I really don’t want to be trying to make the words happen right now, but I am running out of time. Like I said above, we are going to try to hit Denny’s earler than usual.
And I really, really don’t want to miss out on Denny’s AGAIN and have to get Joe todo my shopping for me AGAIN. So if at all possible, I am fucking going.
Might not be possible though. We will see how I feel around an hour from now. Perhaps by then I will have escaped this current boiling miasma of pain so I can feel somewhat homo sapiens again.
Italics are fun, aren’t they?
I am hydrating and I have the fan pointed at my head, so I am cooling myself off. That ought to help. Right now I feel stiflingly hot in my own skin.
Probably means my pores are clogged again. The cure for that would be a nice hot bath where I can give every inch of me a good hard exfoliating scrub.
Either that or spend time in a sauna. I think our building has one, but it’s small. So, probably not safe for enormous people with claustrophobia like myself.
That damned claustrophobia keeps tripping me up.
The great thing about a sauna is that it’s dry heat, which means that a) it doesn’t make me feel like I can’t breathe like wet heat does and b) the sweat vaporizes almost instantly, keeping you cool for as long as you keep hydrated.
No peeing in the sauna tho. Go make yellow snow.
I sometimes wonder how much of my background malaise is due to clogged pores. Perhaps if I learned how to clean them utterly with reltatively little effort, I would be a much healthier and even saner person.
As is, I muddle along, feeling too hot most of the time, or worse, feeling too hot on the inside and too cold on the outside.
Or vice versa, I suppose. Think I had that when I had the flu that one time.
See, this is why I want there to be such a thing as a human washing machine. I picture it as being like those sit-down showers they have for old people, except inside it there are water jets that can rotate and change their angle of spray and whatnot.
All thjat would be computer controlled, and intelligent, and all that, And the end result would be a very fresh and clean you and all you had to do was sit there.
That way, I could get very clean whenever I liked. And that would be often.
And I wouldn’t be at the mercy of my own lazy care either.
I am really unfit to be left in charge of myself.
I should call the Adult Services Office and report on myself.
I will get back to you on that.
And I will talk to you nice people again tomorrow.