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Humming vessels
All right, I admit it. I vanished from the face of the planet. Your suspicions are confirmed. It was just barely Sunday when I last posted and now it is almost Wednesday.
In supplication, I have written a new Stay Tuned this evening. It doesn't have as much to do with advertising as I'd have liked, but it certainly fit better there than it did here.
Actually, the Usual Suspects have been very gracious about my absence. Three days is about the correct threshold for Kymm to begin asking me if I'm ever going to post a new entry. Kymm has been remarkably silent. Maybe she didn't notice. Or maybe she's figured out that I haven't had time to read her journal in at least two weeks and is mad at me. Well, I haven't read anyone else's either, and you know what? I'm starved for them. I hope I can catch up soon.
But it won't be tonight. Tonight I have only a few hours left and a lot of back email. I have been neglecting my online existence. Other concerns have been afoot.
In addition to work, there's been the Great Paper Shuffling Project which occupied most of my waking hours for three days and isn't over yet. I am trying to impose order on my files. Actually, I'm just trying to get things filed, any system at all - the "sit in piles on my floor" system reached a natural limit to its storage capacity, the one where I was no longer able to move about the office.
Oh, and I haven't been able to sleep properly, which is throwing me completely off kilter. One night it was my back hurting, the next night it was odd particles of something that was being recirculated around the bedroom by the air conditioner and getting in my throat, closing my sinuses and making me cough. Still have no idea what it was.
I got up - angry, because by then it was nearly four a.m. - and set the air conditioner to only work as a fan, to suck in fresh air from outside. I also yanked the ineffective air filter out of the thing in case that was the culprit. I lay back down.
Okay, it was clear that new particles weren't arriving - whatever the irritant was, it wasn't being stirred up anymore - but now my nose was still closed and my throat was irritated. I sighed, got up again (this was about the fifth time that night), and went to the bathroom for some 12-hour Drixoral.
Now, pseudoephedrines - that is, over-the-counter decongestants - work basically like stimulants. They dilate blood vessels and increase heart rates. The sinus passages expand, among other things, and that's why they work as decongestants. The usual dose is 30mg - this was 120mg, a dose they could only get away with in a timed-release tablet. If you got 120mg of this at once, you'd probably risk heart palpitations.
I lay in the bed - not two minutes after taking the pill - and I swear, this is the first time I have ever felt a drug hit me. It was like, suddenly my eyes focused and my heart revved and I was aware of my blood. I mean, I was aware of my circulatory system and what it was doing.
I'm not sure I slept after that, but I'm not sure I was awake either. I just lay there. I do self-relaxation techniques when I'm sorely pressed by insomnia - I just went into that meditative daze and lay there listening to the hum of my blood.
© Columbine
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Sunday's gender:
Boy. I barely left the house, and when I did, I didn't clean up.
Monday's gender:
I'm calling it "girl" because I felt pretty girly, but if I'd been really girly I'd have shaved before work. Maybe I need a sliding scale for this, like from 1 to 5.
Tuesday's gender:
Boy. But getting edgy about it, so expect Wednesday to bring a bout of girliness to compensate.
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