October 12, 2003

• uuuuugh….

  
  

  It’s not a cold… of that I’m reasonably sure.  Probably not a virus.  Most likely allergy, because I came into contact with some moldy stuff, I know.  This MCS crap, multiple chemical sensitivity, plus “allergies” and sensitivities galore, gets  me down sometimes.

  
  

  One day early this week Greyfox pulled the men’s cologne sample/ads out of a magazine and left them (inadvertently?  how could he, knowing my sensitivities) right on top of the wastebasket he’d filled with his trash, right at the foot of my bed.  I had a rough night, difficulty breathing, little sleep.  I woke wondering what the fuck had hit me.

  
  

  When I crawled out over the foot of the bed (the Old Fart’s body [one year older today--happy barfday, sweetie] makes an exit off the front of the bed difficult) I saw the torn out pages and knew it had to have been Greyfox who tore them.  It’s a matter of style.  I dunno how he does it, but that man can make a mess of tearing out a page from a magazine.  Doug also removes the perfume ads when he reads magazines–SOP around here because of mom’s allergies–but those pages are removed neatly.  I never could figure out how Greyfox gets that series of arcing tears where it would seem easier to make one straight one, but I digress….

  
  

  Another difference when Doug does it is that they go out of the house immediately.  That’s the reason for taking them out of the magazines, after all.  Taking them out and leaving them in the open air seems like a hostile act, or negligent at best.  Next to my bed, it’s hard to believe that it wasn’t deliberate sabotage.  He insists he didn’t do it to hurt me, but neither Doug nor I believes that he could be that stupid.  So, anyway, by yesterday I was already dealing with some asthma and rhinitis from the perfume ads.

  
  

  I was unpacking some things brought over from our old house yesterday, and hit a pocket of moldy stuff.  I’d had some suspicion for a while that there was SOMETHING moldy in that back room, because each time I went back there I got short of breath.  Yesterday, I found it.  Instead of throwing out the entire knapsack and all its contents, I picked through it and sniffed some things to see what was salvageable.  It’s hard to believe that I could be that stupid.

  
  

  I spent the night restlessly trying to keep from drowning in snot.  (lovely image there, eh?)  I would be dripping on the keyboard if it weren’t for the little rolled up wads of tissue up my nostrils.  I wonder if there is a big market for nostril-sized tampons?  Or is it just me….

  
  

  My eyes are swollen.  From the way my head feels, I guess my brain is swollen.  I have a backlog of readings to do, but I know better, have more regard for my clients than to try it in this condition.  Likewise with sorting out and writing down the content for the new web pages.  I’m sorta bored and restless today and Doug suggested I try a PlayStation game I haven’t played yet.  I looked at the manual and decided it’s too much to learn, too much WORK today, to play.

  
  

  aaaAAAH-shit!… and AGAIN!  Double-barreled sneezes, and there go the soggy little tissue rolls… time to roll up a new pair…. one moment, please.

  
  

  ….

  
  

  Aah, there… I’d be lying to say it’s better now.  They actually feel better after they’ve had some time in there to warm up and moisten, if you know what I mean.

  
  

  I hope it all goes away by tomorrow.  I could bring up the big guns, take some ephedrine and make the swelling go down, but there’s always a backlash to that… I may do that today, may wait until tomorrow since I’m supposed to go to town tomorrow.  I might be able to cope with a town trip in this condition, but it’s hard on others.  The germ-phobics don’t know and probably wouldn’t believe if I told them it’s an allergy.  They think I’m shedding and spreding viruses… viri… whatever.

  
  

  For now, I’m outta here.

  
  

  

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