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capri0mniTwo biological facts about me:
1) Ever since I was about 8 or 9, it has been usual for the "parting shot" of a bout with the Common Cold Virus (after the sniffling, sneezing, sore throat, etc. is out of my system) to be a flare up of cold sores on the insides of my lips and cheeks. It's just been the usual way for the virus to work its way through me.
2) My asthma, which I've kept mostly symptom-free for these last six years or so, with a daily dose of Benedryl-clone, is triggered by mold, dust, smoke and ...stress.
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Last night, I had a flare up of asthma symptoms, even after my usual daily dose. And this morning, even though I had no outward signs of a cold, I woke with a cold sore.
I've also had intense, bordering-on-nightmare dreams, these last two nights, which I can't remember well enough to describe, except that they involved punching and fighting.
... I think, perhaps, this last week of waiting through Irene, knowing that I had no easy way to evacuate (and no way to hide in the closet or bathtub during the storm, as experts all say you should), has taken a temporary toll on my immune system.
This whole week, I've felt like I'm fighting jet lag.
So: tell me a happy thing? Please?
1) Ever since I was about 8 or 9, it has been usual for the "parting shot" of a bout with the Common Cold Virus (after the sniffling, sneezing, sore throat, etc. is out of my system) to be a flare up of cold sores on the insides of my lips and cheeks. It's just been the usual way for the virus to work its way through me.
2) My asthma, which I've kept mostly symptom-free for these last six years or so, with a daily dose of Benedryl-clone, is triggered by mold, dust, smoke and ...stress.
---
Last night, I had a flare up of asthma symptoms, even after my usual daily dose. And this morning, even though I had no outward signs of a cold, I woke with a cold sore.
I've also had intense, bordering-on-nightmare dreams, these last two nights, which I can't remember well enough to describe, except that they involved punching and fighting.
... I think, perhaps, this last week of waiting through Irene, knowing that I had no easy way to evacuate (and no way to hide in the closet or bathtub during the storm, as experts all say you should), has taken a temporary toll on my immune system.
This whole week, I've felt like I'm fighting jet lag.
So: tell me a happy thing? Please?
