Thus revealed, the creature buried its nose in the tire-tilled soil...
February 20, 2005
Okay.
Category: Miscellany

Things were a little scary there for a while, but I think I'm okay now. Apparently I didn't mention that I was having trouble breathing in the last post, but that was also one of my many unpleasant symptoms... several folks have suggested maybe that it was a food allergy, and admittedly the thought crossed my mind (it did feel a little reminiscent of the time I got food poisoning, though with more swelling and breathing problems and less vomiting), but I hadn't eaten anything, so I ruled that out. Not like it would've mattered once I was on my deathbead! So after lying down, switching to frantic mouth-breathing when my nostrils became unable to take in much of anything, and apparently drifting in and out of consciousness, I found myself able to breathe again.

And then came the shaking. I suddenly felt like I was naked in the arctic tundra and started violently shivering, desiring to get up out of bed and put on more clothes (this house is hella cold and I already sleep in a sweatshirt and pants, and, usually, socks, but in my ill haste I had neglected to put on socks before climbing into bed and boy my toes felt like they were going to freeze and break right off) but unable to do so because I couldn't stop sha-a-a-a-a-a-a-aking. But eventually I dozed off at some point and now I'm awake and I feel mostly okay.

One thinks pretty shallow thoughts when one thinks one is near death. Or at least I do. I'd expect something great and profound and insightful from a person about to die -- especically from myself! but alas, perhaps I'm not as smart or deep as I once was and that thought makes me kinda sad -- but all I could think about was how I couldn't breathe or how freaking cold I was or how, given the sudden onset of this fit, it was likely that some disgruntled customer had purchased one of those home voodoo kits and had undertaken to do me with a series of torments culminating at the witching hour or very shortly thereafter. I also thought, "If I die tonight, at least I'll never have to go to the fucking bookstore again," but that's to be expected.

But I think I'm okay now... or at least as far as my physical health is concerned.

-posted by Wes | 3:07 am | Comments (0)
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