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I tend to be too critical here, so to help me be nicer, I start this thread. On top of being grateful for Justin, Justin music, Justin voice, Justin lyrics, Justin guitar, Justin personality, Justin emotion, Justin kindness, Justin consideration, Justin wisdom, Justin insight, Justin sense of humor, Justin chivalry, Justin pretty eyes, Justin heart and soul - and all that -
I'm grateful that I didn't have to take the boss to a political meeting today. It was more unhallowed a thing than I cared to endure. I got to watch a Moodies concert online instead, and the boss' alarm didn't go off. He eats every two hours, and the phone was nice and let me watch the whole concert straight. Yay.
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So, here's the deal. I don't know anybody else who has this, but I've thought I may die a few times. The invoice guy at the CNA agency is out with the flu, working from home, but that's the only other sick person I know. The perception is the mucus is so thick and entirely clogging the respiratory passages. I can usually get some air again by shifting my position. Other symptoms include a sinus infection and swollen and bumpy gums. The mouth was pink, but all behind the epiglottis was raspberry red. The pressure on the teeth was so bad, I sustained a couple serious chips. It's so bizarre. I wondered if I had accidentally brushed my teeth with polonium.
I've been doing lots of vitamin C and counting down the minutes until the next dose of Vix Formula 44. I've been resting to catch my breath and even pushing myself to perform the manual labor of those who called out not-sick this week, following Uncle Ennery's advice that hypochondria is the result of sloth.
This afternoon, I thought I should contact my friend (the same one who has instructions on other life-and-death matters with me), and complete whatever was necessary for "do not resuscitate" orders. Then, it occurred to me the heart of the pressure appeared to be the adenoids. Listerine, as painful as it is, helped with the gums. So, I filled my mouth with Listerine and dabbed my adenoids with my tongue. I took The EVO! for her evening walk, and passages in my head kept opening. I hurried back to administer another dose before the bacteria have enough opportunity to propagate a resistant generation.
So, yeah. If anybody out there is suffering a disease that kills the gums and makes them want to pass out for lack of oxygen - snort Listerine. I'm going to ask the boss if I can vaporize some on the stove to help the lungs, now. This is really cool.
P.S., the Vix still wants me to say, "I love you, Justin."
This one is dedicated to the blessed pain of pains, Listerine:
So, here's the low-down for anybody tracking my hypochondria. Yesterday, I spent the whole evening trying to send the infection into retreat - as if I have any power to do anything, but I wrapped up in blankets and applied antibiotics, etc., as I could stand it. Then, within hours, the mystery of my hypochondria was solved. The overall infection had gone away enough that I identified the source of my pain - an abscessed tooth.
Ha! So, there you have that. You can add to my list of gross qualities poor hygiene and bad eating habits. Yes, it makes for great, "I told you so moments" and a great counterexample for your children and grandchildren. AND, the best part of it all is, if anybody sees me show up at a Justin concert, you will know I am spending my money chasing him around the countryside rather than tending to something that could lead to widespread halitosis and brain damage or otherwise cause me to be more of a burden on society.
Just when I think I can get no more gross, the floor gives way and I sink to unforeseen nadirs. Rinse, repeat.
Here's the latest. There is no way on earth I could have been a mom. I spent the day doing the housekeeper's job, and I just now finished. Now I get to do my job. Yay. The added bonus is, Mr. Every Time I Turn around He Wants Another $25 from Me - wants another $25 from me. (He didn't work the holiday. He was ambiguous about whether or not he would work today, and he comes by anytime between 12 and 7pm. The boss was running late for a doctor's appointment. The dog jumped in the car. I was too hypochondriacal to wrestle her. The trainer came by and the dog was gone. So, there's the $25, fair and square.)
So, here I was all sorry for myself, and The EVO! and I passed this very thin dude carrying two small grocery bags, huffing and puffing, stopping, and looking like he dreaded going further. The EVO! said, "Hey, Weswee, we better help." So, we gave him a ride to his place. He has COPD, no car, lives in a mangy trailer park, doesn't look like he's eating well, probably can't afford medical treatment ... and he's by far not alone.
That's all for now. I prowly won't be sleeping tonight, unless an undeserved miracle happens. It's time to fire on all cylinders and see if I crash and burn. Then, I'll take my gloom-and-doom toxicity offline for awhile. (I can't believe the moderators still let me post here.)
I got another request for an article around 12:30am. All I had to do was read 40 pages of stuff the local daily had published on the race of perps and vix of police brutality. At that hour, there was no way somebody would cooperate with a FOIA from me inquring about the statistical validity of the sampling I was given. Add to that my desire not to be swept into the collectivist garbash that counts colors and concludes one, therefore all. I do not want to play into the games of those who say the police department is racist because they also say I am racist. Then, I was taught police, like everybody else, are to be tried by a jury of their peers - not a group of cool people who learned everything they know about policing from TV action thrillers. Well, on top of that, there is my total personal disgust at being an accuser. I've been around the block enough to see what weird claims are made of all sorts of people by their adversaries. I have too much self-respect to repeat it. Then, I had to do the boss' end-of-months, and I hadn't gotten to that because I was filling in for the housekeeper for 12 hours - plus taking care of the bi-hourly routines and such. The head was ready to explode.
And so, I did the only thing in the world to take me out of my misery. And it worked! About halfway through, I was thinking, "Wait. Wasn't I on my deathbed last week?"
As for the tooth hypothesis. I think I blew it, as the next day, the other side of the mouth was feeling just as terribly and the first side felt fine. Whatever I had put extreme pressure on the roof of my mouth - enough to crack teeth and make the gums peel. I don't know what came first, but there was an infection occupying half my brain, or so it felt, and coating the lungs with so much phlegm I decided I needed to find out how to give myself a tracheotomy if I wanted to survive. (I didn't have to go that far.) I have not heard of anything like that.
OK. That's all there is about me. Back on topic, I'm grateful for Justin Hayward, who cures everything; I'm also grateful for a Polish kid, Mateusz, whose lifestyle of service is a great example I hope to follow.
Infected sinuses can also make your teeth hurt really bad. I too have a wee bit of a cold, but not having Vics handy I fell back on whiskey lemon and honey. And Tylenol PM.
Look up the term "passive aggressive" ................
I'm trying to remember.... I think it was the 1st grade class I had the other day, this really pretty, well turned out child who happened to be African American, was acting all sensitive and stuff, mad at other kids making out they were picking on her. They were just kids, and she was ok, normal kids poking at each other. Anyway I made a point to learn her name and call on her lots, because she really was a bright child. Kids who act out usually want attention.
Real mixed ethnic bag in that class actually, we get Islanders (all brands, oddly a lot of Hawaiian kids), folks from south of the Border, Japanese. One kid I was so drawn to, she was "Mexican" but actually had a huge dose of Native American in her, looked very very Navajo. She was insulted by another kid (the biggest geek in 1st grade who needed a spanking very badly) and I got hot under the collar, but had to sit on my anger.
.... you know sometimes adults act like little kids. I always try to be the adult in the room.
I turned the Native American kid onto a very very cool Mayan fairy tale and she had a lovely time at library. Just remember, find out what makes people tick, then play to the audience you wish to play to.
Actually, I am disturbed that I lied and said I was well when my head felt like a burning torch and I was full of, shall we say antibodies hard at work. The truth is my friend, and people ask questions because they want answers - but what was I supposed to do, say, "Oh, no. I am not well. Rescue me!"?
I post to vent, and I post to air my flair for the absurd. I shall reform, but first, please grant me one last moment of self-indulgence.
Now that there is nothing to do but sit at the office, and I could care less if somebody sent me a boatload of stuff to do tonight, I had the weirdest experience. I sniffed what looked like a fairly large black seed pod out of my nose, and suddenly I appear to be in remission.
My fever's gone, but my heart is warmed by the outpouring of compassion.
ICK
I had this Moody friend once who met my Mom and they got into this outrageous discussion about nasal polyps. It sounds like you might have had a close encounter with just such an entity. I've never had anything like that in my life, so you'll have to google it. Tho, I could tell another horrible story about my cousin when she was very small who had a terrible runny nose, and had somehow jammed a peanut up one nostril. I heard a variation of the same story about a ball of aluminum. Maybe a spider crawled in there. You ARE a very quiet, still sleeper. ICK. Sorry, I'm twitching over this. ICK.
I'm very glad you are feeling better.
On that note I'm going to bed, since my television in the front room has blown the main tube (It's an old one with a real CRT)(a big one) Now I have to figure out how to haul it out of here, and where to dispose of the body. The plasma telly is also in pitiful shape. As it so happens, televisions are on sale tomorrow locally so I'll let you know how it all goes.
PS I was not accusing you of being passive aggressive, I was observing said syndrome in others you were writing about. You actually are never passive aggressive. It's ok to be miserable and vent about it. When people try to change laws by being passive aggressive and expecting the rest of us to feel guilty and take them seriously, it worries me.
No. I actually see it in me. I can tell you stories. One that comes to mind is one time I was terribly late for a concert, thanks to a two-hour security delay at the airport. I arrived at the venue as the concert was in progress and asked the clerk at the counter if I could check my luggage. It was an exceptional circumstance, but she said yes. After the show, I went to the counter to retrieve it and was waiting there for service. Julie (Ragins) was standing around, so we engaged in small talk. I told her I was waiting to retrieve my messy bag and pointed to it for her amusement, as it did look like something somebody would have been running with across town from the airport. She said, rather loudly, "Why don't you ask her?" The clerk, who had been typing immediately sprang to attention. I could have been waiting there all day (I say in a wistful expression of passive aggression.)
On another topic, it reminds me of this dude people used to talk about when I worked for ESJ who claimed he had an alien implant in his nose. I was going to inspect it in the daylight, but the first thing I did when I got in here was say to myself, "Why didn't you throw those filthy tissues out!?" and there it went.
It rained on the parkway just before I took The EVO! on her Sunday walk, so I didn't have to carry water. She dehydrates easily. Then, I only went 60% of our normal trail because I'm huffing and puffing and dizzy still, but well underway to full recovery. So, we got inside, and as soon as I sat down at the computer, a torrential downpour occurred, with 10 yards of visibility and trees swaying in the wind.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c5LSRrAwUtA
Also, something Justin said recently had me thinking about all the weird things that happen on the road to concerts - the strange, unquestioned impulses to wake up and get the show on the road early, the people who appear out of nowhere to point me in the right direction, etc. The details would amuse.
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