Sleep-Deprived and No Food
Friday, February 29th, 2008
Quote of the Day: “Give a man a fish, and he’ll eat for a day. Give a fish a man, and he’ll eat for weeks!”
- Takayuki Ikkaku, Arisa Hosaka and Toshihiro Kawabata

Well, I got through an entire day at work. Let’s see, Tuesday I left at lunch, I stayed home on Wednesday, and I only lasted a half of a day on Thursday.
I should feel great, right?
Nope, just suffered through the day and by 5:00 PM, I thought, “Hey, it’s the weekend and I’ve been battling this crap all week so I should bounce back right in time for the weekend.”
Who let Mr. Optimistic Asshole out of his effing cage?
By the time I got home, I was feeling WORSE than I had all day. And as the hours passed, it got really bad. My head felt as though someone had stuck a bicycle pump in it and was slowly pumping.
Because of this shit, I got to experience an extra little slice of heaven. I know my sleep is going to be out the window tonight but did my ability to taste have to completely evaporate?
I. Cannot. Taste. A. Thing.
Do you know how horrible that is? I mean, I don’t even get the slightest taste off of anything. A.N.Y.T.H.I.N.G.
I tried salty, I tried sweet. Nothing. It all tastes like I’m chewing my own tongue.
So the sanctuary of food is gone.
And the sanctuary of sleep is not far behind.
I don’t even want to talk about my running (actually lack thereof. Monday was the last time I ran).
Needless to say, my coveted Friday was shot and by the time I tried to escape via sleep at 9:00, things were only going from bad to worse.
I have a painful wavepool going on in my head. I have a pool of I-don’t-even-want-to-know that settled on one side of my sinuses and causes great pressure and pain. When I turn over, a painful internal sinus gate (I imagine it as a network of raw, throbbing nerves) flops to the other side and lets the painful fluid drain down to the other side.
When this is happening, it is very painful. And it lasts a couple of minutes and for just the briefest of moments, there is a sort of equilibrium where the pain subsides. Sometimes there is a high-pitches squeal that accompanies this which would be amusing if I wasn’t writhing in pain at the moment.
The respite lasts for about 20 seconds.
Then the pain returns.
I turn over to start the process again.
I did that until the break of dawn, never getting more than a few continuous minutes of actual sleep.
Life <> Good right now.
Hungry. Tired. Pain.
Free Advice for Today: “Learn the capitals of the states.”
- H. Jackson Brown, Jr.





































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