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Wednesday, June 06, 2007

Sucky Suckerson

The first prescribed medication from my doctor did not work and I woke up this morning at death's door. Stood up, checked my e-mail and immediately had to lie back down to try and conjure enough energy to get in the shower. Whose body was this? Right then, my phone rang and it was Mom. Glorious, wonderful Mom. She was able to break through the total weirdness that my brain was engaged in and talked me into calling the doctor and getting on antibiotics.

Honestly, I don't know why I fear taking medication. But I absolutely fear it. I haven't taken an antibiotic in at least ten years. So, I guess I'm afraid of the effects it would have on my body. But, anything was better than how I felt this morning. I am now on evil antibiotics.

Fine, they're not evil. Because I honestly feel a tiny bit better than I did. It's only been 10 hours...guess they take at least a full day to kick in. Tomorrow, I will probably be singing and dancing in praise of antibiotics. I just want to feel normal again. I feel SO WEIRD. Like I have no control over my entire body. And it can't all be a six-week festering sinus infection. I know it's both physical and mental.

I feel like I'm walking around with a giant head like that dude on the Great Space Coaster. (I'm guessing only 30-something East Coast readers are gonna get that one.) He looked like this:

Anyway, every time I sleep for a while, I feel a bit better. Me. Sleeping. Miracle. I go from one crazy ailment to the other. I'd gladly trade back insomnia for this bad boy I have going on right now. Stupid bugs, germs, bacteria, crappity do dah. I'm gonna kick your ass. You watch!

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