I'm a walking train wreck this week. I thought I'd share my train wreck-ness with you in all its glory.
Yes, I'm slightly under the influence of narcotics as I'm writing this, but only slightly. I might still make sense.
Or I might not?
You be the judge.
So, it turns out I have an allergy (a BIG, BAD, allergy!) to a certain type of medication. I didn't know I had any medication allergies. I've been feeling pretty miserable for a couple days now. I haven't been sleeping, I've been real itchy, blah, blah, blah.
And because of no sleep?
I *might* have been real bitchy right along with real itchy.
Yesterday it all came together in a gigantic, "Why the hell am I feeling so incredibly shit-abulous?"
Hives are really not an attractive accessory.
Finally, with the help of one of my doctor friends, a medication I recently began taking was pinpointed as the source of my problem(s).
There's never a shortage of problems in my life, right?
Thank you Universe, for that.
By the way, I sent a tweet out yesterday about having an allergic reaction. Many of you sent messages back saying you hoped it wasn't my new Valentine's thong I was allergic to. You think you're funny, don't you? Well, I think you're funny also … but no, I haven't developed a thong allergy.
It would be really uncomfortable if I had, don't you think?
I'm told, in another day or two, I'll be feeling much better now that the cause of the allergy has been discovered and eliminated from my life. I've, in fact, already stopped clawing my own skin off of my body. Thank goodness, because omigawd.make.the.itching.stop!!
I had to drive on one of Orange County's finest freeways to visit the doc yesterday. Along with what I now know were bad allergy symptoms, my bum arm was killing me.
Yes, I'm a TRAIN CAR WRECK, I know!
I started getting muscle spasms in my upper back as I drove. This is what happens when I don't have The Torturer stretching my body in ways I can't stretch it by myself. (Does that sound dirty? I think it does, but then I tend to have a dirty mind. Maybe it sounds fine? It's hard to tell when I'm slightly influenced by drugs.)
So there I was sitting in bumper to bumper traffic when I felt my back muscles start cramping up on me. I knew I had to get the pain to stop immediately, before it got worse. I arched my back against the driver's seat. I pushed my upper back deep into the seat in an attempt to put pressure on those muscles. I began to thrash against the seat trying to "work" my back muscles into relaxing.
It was helping, it really was.
All of a sudden, I felt someone staring. You know that feeling, when you know even before you see them, someone is watching you.
I looked out my side window. There was a man seated on the passenger side of a big red truck in the lane next to me. He was looking down at me … mesmerized. When our eyes met, he smiled lasciviously and then … he gave me a thumbs up sign.
Apparently he thought I was, ahem, enjoying myself while I was driving.
I blushed. I sputtered. I began talking to myself saying things like, "Oh wait, I'm not …! I have a bad arm …."
Of course, he couldn't hear me.
For that matter, his lane had moved ahead of mine and he no longer could even see me.
I've been obsessed with a need to explain the situation to him ever since. I have no idea who he was.
I'm hoping maybe one of you knows the perverted man in the big red truck?
And if so, could you please clarify for him the reasons behind my behavior?
I appreciate it so much!
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