Whine

The remnants of this damn cold make it so hard for me to sleep. I'm not a mouth breather, except for when my nose is clogged. For the last week I have slept breathing through my mouth. *gah* Consequently, I snored loud all week. Because I'm an extremely light sleeper I have been waking myself up from my own noise all week. It's so wierd to wake up with a jump at the sound of something growling at me in my room. Then I realize through my fogged brain that it's me making that noise.
Because I sleep so lightly I don't own any ticking watches or clocks. I put a towel over the LED display of my clock so it doesn't wake me up. A very pathetisad way to go through life.




Unfreakinbelievable.

Healthy as can be...

My health? I'm mostly better. I still have a runny nose and slight cough. I was bed ridden without interruption for five days. I don't get Colds or flu very often, but when I do it's always a serious situation. My internal immune system isn't very good and one of God's Angry Kisses I am blessed with is a low immune system in my lungs. That little gift is complimentary with a premature birth. Whenever I get sick, the first place it settles in is my lungs. The Cold, flu or infection runs its course through my system like normal, but doesn't leave my lungs the entire run of the illness. Eventually, after all other signs and symptoms are gone the sick starts breaking up in my lungs. Usually it takes me 3-4 weeks to be totally free of sick from my lungs. Since we are on the sick topic. One of my biggest irrational fears is that someday I will get the chicken pox. With my luck it will probably kill me. However, I have a hunch I might be immune to the C Pox. My brother Jason and I(same parents) have both been exposed many times and neither one of us has ever succumbed. Oh yeah, I got a funny story about that..

I was 8 years old, Jason was 6 and John was 1.5 years old. Our poor mother was 25 years old. Baby John caught a horrific case of chicken pox. He was covered from head to toe, inside his mouth, butt, ears etc. Unknown to Jason or me the Sadis...er I mean doctor that was treating Baby John told my mom to expose my brother (Jason) and I to get it over with all at once. My mom came home and put the hysterical John to crib. I didn't go near the misshapen baby, I didn't want what he looked like. I followed my mom into the bathroom asking about John's health. She said he would be sick for a little while, but he would be ok. I couldn't understand how he could live much longer in that condition. She started running a bath and told me to get Jason, it was time for us two to get cleaned up. Wha-? It was only 1:00 in the afternoon, far too early for a bath. I asked suspiciously and squinted out a "Why?" I received the tense, harried mom look and so I decided it was in my best interest to go get Jason. She pulled us out of our clothes and plopped us in the tub. We took baths together all the time, so this was no big deal. Suddenly she comes in the bathroom with Screaming John and he is naked! Her foot closes the bathroom door. I immediately try to scramble out of the tub, but she pushes me with her free hand back in the water. Jason stares at John in disbelief as the baby is lowered into the water. I push myself to the back of the tub away from the diseased child. Jason tries to climb over me and over my mom to get free. She grabs Jason and puts him back in the water closer to John. I'm now crying and begging for mercy. The baby John is being held in the tub by my mom, he is screaming so loud she can't hear my pleas. John the baby, starts climbing up Jason's leg looking for comfort. Jason screams and tries to shake him off. Hearing Jason scream I gave him up for dead and start pushing him towards John. Pushing my feet against Jason's back, I try to use him as leverage to force my way out of the tub. I get a full body block by my mom and bounce back in the cesspool. She's yelling something at us, we can't hear anything from the all the crying and screaming. Now Jason and I are both crying hysterically. After 10 minutes of this repeated routine Jason and I escape the drenched bathroom. Wet and scared we run our separate ways and hide. Terrified, I hide, wet and naked up in a tree in our backyard. Jason, wet and naked too, hides in the hall closet under coats, shoes and suitcases. Eventually our soaking wet mother finds us. I refused to come down out of the tree until my mom convinced me she wasn't trying to kill me. She eventually bribed us and we slept with the Mutant at night. When presented with the evidence, (a screaming baby covered in disfigurement) my eight year old brain couldn't conceive why this exposure would be a good idea. But in the end, because she was the "mom figure" I trusted her. It didn't work anyway, we never caught the pox. Whenever, an adult would ask me or Jason what we did that summer, we both said "our mom tried to kill us." We then glared at her with our beady little dark brown eyes.

Must Seeth TV

I observed my TV tonight. I was bored and didn't feel like doing anything useful or productive. I watched "The West Wing" for the first time. *feh* IMO, it is the durative aspect of the lowest part of the government propaganda machine. The show isn't clever, just continuos and unrelentingly monotonous in it's message. Gosh the President has a difficult job, he isn't perfect and is he is a very busy man... *ack*

Please don't misunderstand my attitude, there are TV shows that I enjoy. I don't watch TV regularly. When I want to Veg out and relax it's usually one of the following:
South Park, Law & Order SVU, Seinfield or Enterprise. So hopefully any misconceptions about me playing the Hi-Brow are put to rest. (-:

...i need sumthin' to read.

There's no place like home

Last night I ingested a couple of Vicoden and a blackcap to relax. A "blackcap" is a black rasberry beer. I like the berry beer best, but buy amber brothers brew too. Especially Drop top Ambers...mmmm yummy.
So with that help in mind I vividly dreamed last night. It was a carnival of dreams with a little of everything. But there was one dream that was a lil scary.
( This is anti-climactic and so very strange. )
In the dream I had just woke up and jumped in the shower. While washing my hair I noticed in the mirror, facial hair had grown in overnight. I was freaked out and quickly checked another mirror to be sure of what I saw. But... there it was... a full five o'clock shadow. I was stunned. I never ever had that happen ever in my life, I didn't know what to do. I desperately looked for my razor. I found the razor for my face and I tried to shave it away. But after I shaved I could still see the shadow. Later that day I could see I was growing a mustache and beard. It was a full, thick and bristly thing. It scratched my hand when I rubbed my face. I was so upset and distraught. I stayed home from work and called a doctor. He said: All men grow beards, did you think you were any different? He told me that It was only a matter of time. And I woke up.

Ahhh yes, I didn't need to wake up in a Freudian Slip to figure that one out.

Pout

I'm so ill with flu and ear infection. My nose is plugged up solid. This makes sleep almost impossible since I am a nose breather not a mouth breather. I can feel "it" moving into my chest. *ugh* I haven't been this sick in a long time. I am absolutely miserable. I can't even enjoy reading 'cause my eyes hurt from the sinus infection.
I'm nowhere near done whining but I'm too dizzy to continue. I think I will whimper on to bed and pray for death...