I woke up this morning wondering why my eyes were red and nastified. Then I remembered that I had cried myself to sleep for no particularly good reason.
My boss had a dream that she and I were at a family's house doing an FPS visit. The family pulled out guns and so did my boss, but I didn't have a gun. I got shot and taken to the hospital. The doctor came out and told my boss that I was bleeding purple. My boss said, "Oh, that's because she's a unicorn."
I ran out of my Advair this weekend. I felt okay on Saturday and started to wheeze late in the day. Sunday I started wheezing and coughing as soon as I woke up. By four, I felt like I was going to throw up.
I went to see Departed at 2:30 with a friend. I thought I would have plenty of time to drop him off at home and pick up my prescription at Target before they closed at six. The movie was three hours long! I mean it was okay as far as Irish Mafia movies go, but three hours?
Anyway, I managed to get my Advair and immediately took some. The problem is, I usually only use it in the mornings. So I used it last night and then this morning, so today I was shaking during work. I'm actually supposed to use it twice daily, but I don't because once daily works and doesn't give me the shakes. I'm kind of wondering what else it has been doing to me. I mean, it is a steroid. It would explain my increased aggression and anger. Oh, look, along with the other thousand possible side effects listed in 2pt font, it says it can cause agitation, aggression, and depression. So I can breathe and be moody and angry, or not breathe and be normal. It's like my teen years all over again!
"Some people turn sad awfully young . . . No special reason, it seems, but they seem almost to be born that way. They bruise easier, tire faster, cry quicker, remember longer and, as I say, get sadder younger than anyone else in the world. I know, for I'm one of them."-Ray Bradbury, Dandelion Wine
My boss had a dream that she and I were at a family's house doing an FPS visit. The family pulled out guns and so did my boss, but I didn't have a gun. I got shot and taken to the hospital. The doctor came out and told my boss that I was bleeding purple. My boss said, "Oh, that's because she's a unicorn."
I ran out of my Advair this weekend. I felt okay on Saturday and started to wheeze late in the day. Sunday I started wheezing and coughing as soon as I woke up. By four, I felt like I was going to throw up.
I went to see Departed at 2:30 with a friend. I thought I would have plenty of time to drop him off at home and pick up my prescription at Target before they closed at six. The movie was three hours long! I mean it was okay as far as Irish Mafia movies go, but three hours?
Anyway, I managed to get my Advair and immediately took some. The problem is, I usually only use it in the mornings. So I used it last night and then this morning, so today I was shaking during work. I'm actually supposed to use it twice daily, but I don't because once daily works and doesn't give me the shakes. I'm kind of wondering what else it has been doing to me. I mean, it is a steroid. It would explain my increased aggression and anger. Oh, look, along with the other thousand possible side effects listed in 2pt font, it says it can cause agitation, aggression, and depression. So I can breathe and be moody and angry, or not breathe and be normal. It's like my teen years all over again!
"Some people turn sad awfully young . . . No special reason, it seems, but they seem almost to be born that way. They bruise easier, tire faster, cry quicker, remember longer and, as I say, get sadder younger than anyone else in the world. I know, for I'm one of them."-Ray Bradbury, Dandelion Wine