Inner Ear Fun

Sometimes drugs are some of the best things that humanity has created. What I mean is that I am very thankful for cold and flu medicine at the moment. Some bitter liquid every six hours or so is all that is making me feel human. What I really want to do is sleep.

When I left work yesterday, I felt as though I was walking on the moon. My head was pulsating and my ears were plugged. Turning suddenly was not a good thing to do, because I could feel all of my joints as I moved. My neck, shoulders, back and knees ached. I couldn't concentrate on anything, but what my body felt like at the time.

Brenda came through for me last night and bought a wide array of over the counter drugs.

I am always amazed at how drugs effect my system, be it alcohol or something else. For the most part I really don't like to take any kind of medication. I try to avoid it if at all possible. With the drugs I feel better, but I know that I am on drugs.

Of course my first illness of the year would coincide with the warmest weather we have had this year. Part of me thinks that it is related. The last time that I got sick was when the seasons were changing last fall

I neglected to mention that Tuesday was audit day for Brenda at work. It went poorly. She knew that she would not pass, but she had hoped that she would do better than she did. Then last night she found out that she had been written up. Another manager had been put on what they call an action plan which is even worse. I sympathize with her, but all of this jargon sounds so high school to me.

The retail world seems to be nothing more than an extension of high school. There are various grade levels that an employee can be at and they get graded every so often. All of it sounds very demeaning to me. None of this really surprises me. I am sure that most of the employees only have high school degrees or are still in high school.

Last night she went over her spreadsheets while I tried to feel human.

I really wish that I could have stayed home today. The only problem is that I feel real guilty when I stay home from work. If I was at home it would seem okay for a while and then I would start to think that I should have gone in instead of staying home. I am well enough to do my job, its just that I wouldn't mind napping every few hours.

Brenda is working mandatory sixty hour work weeks, so I shouldn't complain.

I spent my lunch hour in the park this afternoon. Most of the picnic tables were still tilted on their sides in a row. The trees looked dead, but the warm breeze was nice enough. As I was lying there, I actually started to feel better. There were a few people walking in the park, but I had plenty of space to myself. It is only March after all, so I donít expect the park to be packed with people.

All of a sudden the song Aqualung by Jethro Tull is in my head.

Even though I have worked here for over a year, I had never been to that park before. When I worked the night shift, I didn't leave the building. It wasn't an option for me, because I was the only one there.

Then last fall when I moved to days, it was starting to get cold. On the few warm days that we had I would just sit out in front of the building.

The park might be an option for me for the rest of the year.

I am hoping that I medicated my self early enough that I should be fine by tomorrow. My mood gets worse when I don't feel well and tolerating work becomes even more of an effort for me. I know that I am completely restored, when my appetite returns.

When I removed the caulk that I put around my storm door leading to the deck, it looked very much like one long dirty gummi worm.

Must pass out now or take more medicine.

I decided to take more medicine and finally did my taxes in a feverish haze.

 

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