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June 12, 2007It's funny how little things band together to leech the life out of you.
If it's just one or two of them at one time, it isn't so bad. But when they all come together and swarm over you like a pack of vultures intent on roadkill, it's a wholly different story.
My eyes are punishing me. Or is it the other way around? My blasted astigmatism has been hounding me of late. Last Friday night, I had a helluva migraine. Luckily I always carry painkillers with me. But painkillers offer only temporary peace.
My perception of the world grows weird. Like in a scary Neil Gaiman short fiction novel. Or Edvard Munch's The Scream. Let me explain it with a quote from Wikipedia:
In some cases vertical lines (e.g., walls) may appear to the patient to be leaning over like the tower of Pisa.
And that offsets a bunch of other little things, in domino effect. Walls now seem to lean over me. Enter the claustrophobe. Palpitations abound, and a tendency to hyperventilate hovers around the corner. I have only had one full-on panic attack so far, and I do not care to repeat the experience. It's not very nice to feel that you can no longer breathe.
Today I feel like my heart is racing away from me. The world seems unstable, and the floor feels like it's going to dissolve right under my feet.
I don't feel like eating and food tastes weird in my mouth. My doctor would probably be glad about this, though. We're currently in a contest as to which of us would lose more weight by the end of the month. Her workout instructions were 30 minutes, 3 times a week. "And use the stairs!" she said. But darn, I'm so apathetic when it comes to gym workouts. I prefer sports, like a good game of volleyball or badminton.
Drat! Bloody hell, I wish I was feeling better today.
