May 03, 2005
Forty-Two
I am currently suffering from a slight flu. This puzzles me as I've managed to avoid getting sick all winter. Yet here I am, out of commission for the 2nd time in 3 weeks. Not fun.
In the meantime, please enjoy the rest of the interweb. I know there is something out there for you. Right now it just ain't on this side of the web page.
Posted by jeremiahnewbie at 07:11 PM | Comments (2)
April 13, 2005
On being breathless
There is a lady that takes the commuter train with me every morning. She's middle aged, of West Indian decent, and is usually chatting away with her daughter who is around my age.
She parks in the same parking lot I leave my car. We both walk the same path to the train platform: across the lot, down the stairs, beneath the bridge, back up the stairs, across the bridge and onto the platform. Sometimes we even wait in the same shelter as well.
After that quick walk I sit down and listen. The lady is now short of breath and *gasp* is panting *gasp* between *gasp* syla *gasp* bles *gasp* when she *gasp* talks. She is not physically bent over in exhaustion, but it is clear that a swift walk and a set of stairs have clearly taken a toll on her.
I don't want to be like her.
The good news is that I haven't put on any weight since the beginning of the year. The bad news would be that I haven't lost any weight as well. I'm still hovering around 240 pounds on changes to my diet alone. Excercise has barely found it's way into my daily routine, but that is what I sorely need. Not just to shed some pounds but to get myself in shape so I don't end up like that lady from the train station.
The short walk doesn't leave me short of breath and I swear it never will.
Posted by jeremiahnewbie at 12:11 PM | Comments (4)
April 01, 2005
I don't even know how I got it in the first place
Rabbit, Rabbit! Here's to another month of good luck and good vibrations.
Three days ago I woke up to find a blister right on the tip of my tongue. It is sensitive, tender to the touch, burns when put in contact with something salty or acidic. Like any sort of wound I know it's better to just leave the sore alone and let it heal ... but for Pete's sake I can't stop myself from flaring up the little bugger any chance I get.
I rub it across the top of my mouth, grate it against the back of my teeth. I let the natural salts of my skin burn the blister as I press the tip of my finger into it. My intake of citric acid has doubled this week and I don't even like orange juice.
Today the blister is all worn out. Only a heavy amount of prodding can induce a reaction from it. The wound responds with a dull sensation, a shadow of the pain it used to lash out with. I'm glad to be rid of it, with its annoying flare ups that would seem to come at the most awkward of times.
But there is a part of me that is going to miss annoying the little bugger to death.
Posted by jeremiahnewbie at 09:37 AM | Comments (3)
January 24, 2005
T'is only a flesh wound! Have at thee!
I woke up with a nasty bruise Sunday Morning. Roughly the size of a golf ball, the hematoma suddenly appeared on the left side of my abdomen, roughly one inch up and two inches away from my belly button. It was a nice shade of deep purple, and hurts like the dickens when you poke it.
Anyone know how I got? I don't, ouch.
Posted by jeremiahnewbie at 11:32 PM | Comments (6)
January 10, 2005
I'm sorry but I have to go
I like to drink a lot of water throughout the day.
The size of my bladder is the equivalent to that of an ant's related organ.
This is not a complimentary combination, nor is it information you needed to know. Excuse me as I must use the facilities.
Posted by jeremiahnewbie at 09:33 PM | Comments (2)
August 16, 2004
A little Heart to Neck
Now see her Throat, we need to talk.
I understand that these past few weeks haven't been the greatest for you. You had a nasty run in with laryngitis a few weeks ago and that put you out of commission. I didn't expect you to recover from it any time soon so I could tolerate a few days of soreness and coughing.
After a few weeks things seemed like they were getting back on track. You could keep up with my needs at work. Coughs were kept to a bare minimum and of fleeting strength as well. I appreciated the effort you were putting into your recovery and was hoping we could find ourselves kosher in just a few more days.
That is when you decided to fall off the wagon. I would find myself coughing more and more every day. By last week my chest coughs could fire light weight projectiles a good 10 meters away. Cough drops became my after dinner mints. What brought this on? Why did we have to revert back to this state and ruin all the progress we had made.
I'm no better off spitting out my lungs every other moment. You're not better off feeling sore and rough all the time. Why can't we just agree to step back, take a deep breath and approach this thing in a cool and soothing manner?
I promise that tonight's Summerslam will be the last time I scream like a frantic school girl for awhile. You promise to ease up on the coughing and the throbbing at night . From there we can work our way back to solid ground and hopefully onto bigger and better things.
What's your take on singing anyway?
Posted by jeremiahnewbie at 01:10 AM | Comments (1)
July 24, 2004
Modern medicine
Codeine cough syrup is my friend. It makes my thoat feel all better and chases the nasty mean old coughs away. Yay!
But codeine also make me wanna sleepy-sleep. I go to bed now. Nitey nite.
Posted by jeremiahnewbie at 01:20 PM | Comments (2)
July 12, 2004
Shut up!
Someone hit the mute button on my remote control.
Over the weekend I was hit with a nasty throat bug. Spending Saturday afternoon soaking wet beside a pool didn't help. By Sunday my throat was throbbing and I had lost my voice completely. The doctor confirmed I was down with the sickness, and the sickness was laryngitis. Super!
Today was a little better. If I forced it, I could make this sort of low bullfrog croaking sound that people could understand. For the most part I stuck to whispers and hand gestures for the majority of my communication needs.
I contemplated wearing a white board on my neck a'la that episode from Buffy. But ... I don't want to tempt fate and do anything that may invite The Gentlemen to my doorstep. Yikes.
That is still the creepiest episode of the entire series by far. It gives me the heebie-geebies.
Posted by jeremiahnewbie at 09:32 PM | Comments (5)