I went silent since the day before spring break. A lot of good has happened so, where were the journal entries? I didn’t talk about break, going to the city, or finally seeing Bjork (an idol of mine). And when I got back to Pittsburgh it was a good time too, so what gives?
So, funny thing is, a month ago exactly–the same shit happened. Life is going well, then wham, sore throat, stuffy nose… suddenly I feel like death and everything falls apart. Well, nothing falls apart, but the energy it takes to keep it all together increases greatly. The energy it takes to wake up, go to class, go to clubs, be productive, be alive… so much more energy is expended and the result is exhausting. It got to my head, took a toll on my mood, like a light bout of… I dressed less well, was openly miserable, it sucked! Nothing I can do about it though, there is no magic bullet for the cold. I’m fighting, you know? Allergy medication, headache stuff, NyQuil… I got a humidifier running beside me with Vicks stuff in it to soothe my nose, and to help keep my lips from drying out…
Sleep may be the worst hostage from this whole damn cold. Both nostrils are plugged, I can’t breathe from them, so I wake up periodically gasping for water because my tongue has gone dry, my lips are cracked and shrunken–and when I do get to the water it’s never enough…. So basically the one thing everyone says you need to get better “Just a bit of rest!” is the number one, least enjoyable, maybe most painful thing of all. My lips are so dried out and ripped up, I feel like a monster, it’s so bad.
So not everything been bad, and there’s been quite a lot of good since (3/5/15) but how the hell am I supposed to want to sit down and write about the good when I’ve been feeling nothing but misery? Maybe next week when, gods willing, I get better, I’ll tell you all about the good.