Several days late: thoughts on allergies
Right now I am fighting not to cry. I am a whimp. I know. But my allergies are my Achilles heal. I woke up on Friday morning feeling like shit, like I was fighting something. Turns out the “thing” I was fighting was that my roomie was painting the room next to mine. When I came home I thought the smell was the new carpet I saw in the hallway. I was feeling like my teeth were going to come out of my head on Friday, like my sinuses were going to push them one by one out of their sockets. I didn’t understand what could be affecting my sinuses… now I know. It was the paint fumes.
I came home today and fought for consciousness.. I lost and fell asleep. Cetta came in and woke me to ask about a reading… and told me that Roller Girl was going to start painting (or rather finish painting.) Then it hit me what was wrong that I couldn’t put my finger on. Roller Girl felt SO bad about it when she found out… I was just relieved to figure out what the problem was/is. I wanted to go see Max Payne, but it’s the time of day where it’s 4 hours between sessions. I am not really sure when movie theaters stopped running 5pm shows. They now only have 3pm and 7pm shows… so I am sitting here at the Chili’s beside the Continental theater, killing time until Debbie can come get me after she gets off of work because I can’t be at the house. I tried calling Mark (Debbie’s hubby), but no one is at home.
I want to cry because I HATE that I am so fucking physically vulnerable. It’s been like this my whole life. It’s part of why I am going into a field where I can make my own hours and I am paid for my knowledge, and not how many hours my ass is occupying a chair.
I am SO grateful for people like Sunny & Debbie & Mark in my life, who also believe in me and are willing to help me make it. (In spite of my allergies kicking my ass)
I came home today and fought for consciousness.. I lost and fell asleep. Cetta came in and woke me to ask about a reading… and told me that Roller Girl was going to start painting (or rather finish painting.) Then it hit me what was wrong that I couldn’t put my finger on. Roller Girl felt SO bad about it when she found out… I was just relieved to figure out what the problem was/is. I wanted to go see Max Payne, but it’s the time of day where it’s 4 hours between sessions. I am not really sure when movie theaters stopped running 5pm shows. They now only have 3pm and 7pm shows… so I am sitting here at the Chili’s beside the Continental theater, killing time until Debbie can come get me after she gets off of work because I can’t be at the house. I tried calling Mark (Debbie’s hubby), but no one is at home.
I want to cry because I HATE that I am so fucking physically vulnerable. It’s been like this my whole life. It’s part of why I am going into a field where I can make my own hours and I am paid for my knowledge, and not how many hours my ass is occupying a chair.
I am SO grateful for people like Sunny & Debbie & Mark in my life, who also believe in me and are willing to help me make it. (In spite of my allergies kicking my ass)