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The big bitchslap
Mar. 1st, 2005 12:12 pmAllergies are trying to slap me down - or so it feels.
I'm sitting here, dealing with the fact that it feels like one side of my face is okay ... and the other side is filled with slowly hardening concrete, or sludge. Or some other hard-to-breathe-through element.
Now, I seriously doubt that it'll devolve into anything beyond my allergic anarchy - although it has taken my mind off the daily Depakote headaches, and their feeling of being smacked in the head repeatedly with a ballpeen hammer, even occasionally being poked in the eyes.
Soon enough, I'll be going to lunch. Gotta pick up stamps at the post office, and maybe get some more American Cream conditioner from Lush (I *love* its scent, and it makes my hair feel spiffy).
I'm sitting here, dealing with the fact that it feels like one side of my face is okay ... and the other side is filled with slowly hardening concrete, or sludge. Or some other hard-to-breathe-through element.
Now, I seriously doubt that it'll devolve into anything beyond my allergic anarchy - although it has taken my mind off the daily Depakote headaches, and their feeling of being smacked in the head repeatedly with a ballpeen hammer, even occasionally being poked in the eyes.
Soon enough, I'll be going to lunch. Gotta pick up stamps at the post office, and maybe get some more American Cream conditioner from Lush (I *love* its scent, and it makes my hair feel spiffy).
