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Just to clear my name…

Posted in Crazy Wisdom on Tuesday, January 27, 2004 at 11:14 am by flerly.

So, the other night, I wake up suddenly feeling as if I’m choking. I am…on my own phlegm. JT was awake still, reading. He had been listening to me struggling to breathe for a while and “thought it was cute.” This says loads about our relationship: Ooooh, she’s choking, how cute.

This morning, I wake up suddenly struggling to breathe. My nostrils are almost completely closed up and I am wearing myself out trying to force air in and out through them. Do I think to open my mouth to breathe? No. Do I panic instead? Yes. I run to the bathroom, grabbing nasal spray, tissues, and ready to jump pajamas and all into a hot shower if steam is warranted…

I survive, managing to finally blow my nose to achieve a moderate comfort level of breathing, only to make it most of the way downstairs and find a sudden stabbing pain in my left eye. It seemed to instantly dry out, yet be watering at the same time. I check the mirror, there doesn’t seem to be anything in it, contact not folded up, nothing but a growing redness… I drown it in saline solution and blink like crazy, which begins to really hurt. I find that if I pinch my eyelid and pull it away from my eye, that the pain goes away. I try to squirt more solution in there, under the eyelid. It feels fine until I let go of my eyelid, then the pain resumes. So, tearing-up, with a wad of tissues held over my eye, snotting all over the place, as you do when your eyes begin to water, I run for the upstairs bathroom to take out my contact. The instant I do so, all pain is gone. I examine the contact on my fingertip closely. It looks fine. No foreign objects sticking to it… no rips. It is clear, beautiful, round and glistening with solution, and yet my eye is huge, red, swollen, and angry at that lens beyond compare. Since I can’t stand being half blind, I go for it and remove the other one and fumble for glasses. Glasses I hate, which are even now putting undo pressure on my crazy swollen nose.

I have so much work to do. I need hot tea. I need chicken noodle soup. I need to be in bed wearing pajamas, watching cartoons, with people coming in to take my temperature. I feel like crap, and I want my mommy.

Thank you.



  1. laedevalle has made a Comment

    I showed Mikael that first paragraph and told him that he would probably do the same thing–I know he likes to laugh and tell me I am cute when I’m angry.

    He’s protesting. 😛

    January 27, 2004 @ 4:37 am

  2. infinite1der has made a Comment

    It sounded more like snoring that choking…

    January 27, 2004 @ 6:14 am

  3. flerly has made a Comment


    That to go along with your latest comment of “I don’t think you’re sick…”


    January 27, 2004 @ 6:18 am

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