I don’t remember if I mentioned that I’m sick. On Wednesday, I left work at lunch time and went home to lay down for a bit. I was dizzy and I had such a headache that I was considering having that drilling operation done just to relieve some of the pressure. So I laid down for a bit at home, and I woke up at 5pm, and that was the day.
Yesterday was better from a headache standpoint (thank goodness, because I can’t think during those headaches) but worse from a throat pain standpoint. Even today, I can’t swallow anything without crazy throat pain. My tonsils are all puffed up like Ballpark hotdogs do in the microwave. It’s hard enough to swallow my own spit, much less food of any kind. My tongue is all out of place in my mouth, which seems really cramped for space for some reason. But these dreams I had were crazy.
Last night I had several dreams. The content and action of the dreams I don’t remember. But what I do remember is that everyone spoke funny. Depending on what they were talking about, people would only use consonants or only use vowels when speaking.
No, I don’t know how they were only using consonants. It’s one of those crazy dream things.
It depended on the sentiments of what they were talking about. If a person was really adamant about what they were speaking, they would use only vowels. Otherwise, consonants. It took me a long time in my dream to understand what was going on. The fact that it took me so long to figure it out is strange to me, since wasn’t it my brain that generated this strange circumstance to begin with?
I suppose the origin of this dream has something to do with my new inability to speak properly due to my illness. I can’t make “R” sounds very well. It’s eally fustating. This is assuming I can even make noises at you on demand at all, which happens infrequently, but at convenient times - like at the drive-thru window microphone. “Hello? Is anyone there?” Yeah, but I just lost my voice, dang it.
Today I’m in a kind of limbo with this illness. I can’t tell if it’s getting better or I’m just getting used to it. It’s disturbing to think that I’m getting used to it, but I think that’s the case. I feel a bit more puffy, if a bit less in pain today. I should probably go to the doctor either way, but that opens up a whole new world of complications - New insurance, for one.
It’s weird how I don’t seem to get piddly annoying colds any more, only windpipe-collapsing, lung-filling, blood-thinning, hair-falling-outing illnesses from the nether beyond. What I wouldn’t give for a simple cold now and then instead of this extra special disease gift basket every six months.
