quickly before the icepick comes through the back of my head
I am getting a migraine which is weird because I am on Tompamax now and I’m not supposed to get them anymore.
Dear Internet: (I’m looking at you, Mom) If you are hoping for a call for me and think I am being an asshole, really I don’t have a voice so I cannot talk on the phone, period.
I have to interact with the world and my children during the day and some of that requires yelling, so there is nothing left for phone calls. I’ve begun a 5 day course of steroids to treat the inflammation in my lungs so that hopefully the 24 hour coughing can end, because I can’t take a full breath and therefore am not able to chase down the demon I mean Jack so we’re not having a ton of fun right now since we can’t go outside.
So, that’s my update. I’m working, I’m able to move around and pick through people’s trash piles and garbage cans and I talk very little. I sound like a cross between the neighbor lady in Something About Mary and the kid in the wheelchair in Malcom in the Middle. I pause between every second word, and if I draw a deep breath I spend the next 45 seconds coughing.
I should probably go ahead and confess that at least 50% of my motivation to take the steroids is related to running which I am completely unable to do now that I can’t make it across the room without pausing to catch my breath. I’m super pissed about running. I know people push through working out when they’re sick and I’d like to say more power to them (and also fuck you assholes for germing all over the workout equipment) but I am not of that tribe, and I have watched my ass make a beeline for the floor over the last few weeks and it’s making me pretty sad.
Steriods make me mean, also. I’m going to make an effort to either avoid writing this week, or make my snark lean toward funny. wish me luck.