Went to the doctor's office today. They couldn't find anything wrong, so they told me I probably had a slight case of asthma brought on by allergies or something. Am still convinced it's West Nile Virus. Or maybe carbon monoxide poisoning. Did I mention my bird died? I think it was West Nile Virus. Gross.
Anyway, they had me breathe through this little machine for 15 minutes at the doc's office. They told me it would make me feel jittery afterwards. Being a coffee fiend as well as a lightweight, there's not much in the way of jitters I don't understand.
I don't really feel any different than before. I guess I'm just trying to relax a little. I'm listening to Elaine Paige sing "I Dreamed a Dream," eating a beef-and-cheddar from Arby's, and drinking Blue Sky natural soda: cherry-vanilla cream flavored. I can think of no better way in the world to relax: Les Misérables, and the ultimate Santa Fe meal.
(WHY is a beef-and-cheddar and Blue Sky soda a Santa Fe meal? Because everybody in Santa Fe thinks they're a freaking vegan/save-the-world/pet-a-whale/free-Tibet/all-natural-organic-soda-drinking good-deed-doer... That is, until you put a grease-and-plastic beef-and-cheddar in front of them... Ah, the memories of Santa Fe... I didn't even know you could get Blue Sky soda around here, but I found it in a health food store today and was thrilled... At least it freaking tastes good.)
I'm bored and tired of feeling sick.
Talked to Chris today -- Chris of pretty blue eyes and crises everywhere he turns. It seems all's well.
Whatever. I'm fucking bored.
Am suddenly coughing like a lung is going to come up... I guess that asthma thingy really did its stuff, enh? Asthma. Fucking ASTHMA? I don't have asthma. Yep, I'm asthmatic and Hilary Clinton is a black man.
Am going to go write love letters or something, maybe make some tea for Nathan, maybe finish reading "Desperation," maybe call somebody with a VCR who's willing to put up with my death-rattle in order to watch some Lynchfilms.
Come play with me...
~Helena*
"We're all dying..." --the doc who examined me. Thanks, doc.