Meta: Zyrtec! Now made with LSD!
Apr. 13th, 2009 10:17 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mokie_edomSuddenly stormy weather has the mold up, and my sinuses are trying to kill me. I can breathe just fine, but my face is puffy and I can feel pressure from the back of my nose across my left cheek. Chewing is an exercise in pain.
Last night I used the neti pot, drank lots of hot minty tea, took two aspirin (more for the inflammation than the pain), mimicked chewing for the breaking-up motion, and, finally, took a Zyrtec and retired to the bathtub with a hot wet cloth over my face.
And half-dreamt for half an hour; I wasn't asleep, but I wasn't there, either. I want to say my heart danced a strange tango too, but that could have been in my head.
I felt better, but all through the night I found myself dozing off at odd moments, heavy-limbed and clumsy. I dropped into bed and lay there for twenty minutes (I think) of strange hallucinations--the rabbits whispered, the door may or may not have opened, the house-god gripped my leg and told me that she usually insists on sacrifice, and I politely thanked her for, y'know, not demanding I slaughter anything. The heater chirruped like a little bird or kettle, asking me to turn it off and I stood up, staggered over and remembered (a) that I had turned it off an hour earlier and (b) heaters don't talk. I crawled back into bed determined to close my eyes and ignore anything else that tried to talk to me.
I made it through most of today without medicine, though I'm so swollen and tender it hurts just to talk. I just don't think I could stand having another appliance talk to me.
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mokie!)
Last night I used the neti pot, drank lots of hot minty tea, took two aspirin (more for the inflammation than the pain), mimicked chewing for the breaking-up motion, and, finally, took a Zyrtec and retired to the bathtub with a hot wet cloth over my face.
And half-dreamt for half an hour; I wasn't asleep, but I wasn't there, either. I want to say my heart danced a strange tango too, but that could have been in my head.
I felt better, but all through the night I found myself dozing off at odd moments, heavy-limbed and clumsy. I dropped into bed and lay there for twenty minutes (I think) of strange hallucinations--the rabbits whispered, the door may or may not have opened, the house-god gripped my leg and told me that she usually insists on sacrifice, and I politely thanked her for, y'know, not demanding I slaughter anything. The heater chirruped like a little bird or kettle, asking me to turn it off and I stood up, staggered over and remembered (a) that I had turned it off an hour earlier and (b) heaters don't talk. I crawled back into bed determined to close my eyes and ignore anything else that tried to talk to me.
I made it through most of today without medicine, though I'm so swollen and tender it hurts just to talk. I just don't think I could stand having another appliance talk to me.
(Crossposted from
mokie!)
