I’m going through some interesting changes. My hearing has always been on point, I’m sensitive to odors, and bright light generally bugs me, but recently these things have entered the superhuman realm. To the point it’s driving me nuts. The distinct smell of cooked eggs isn’t neutral anymore, they smell rotten. In fact, everything smells like farts. Why can’t everything smell like apple pie instead? When I’m in the sun I get dyshidrotic eczema all over my hands (which is fancy speak for a bunch of tiny blisters that are itchy as hell), and rashes on random spots of my body that aren’t even exposed to the sun. =itchy all over. The sound of plastic bags barely crinkling when air hits them, or pinhead crickets hopping around in a container is enough to make me lose my mind even with the hepa filter running at full speed. The barely audible sounds are deafeningly loud. My migraines have increased in frequency along with the sensory disturbances, so it may be the cause of them, or my hypersensitivity may be causing the migraines. With warm weather, comes a giant bag ‘o shit.
Between pain, itching, smelling nasty shit constantly, and my ears being turned into amplifiers, there isn’t much sleep to be had. This turns me into a ball of rage.
Today is seven hours in the car to go back to my completely trashed house. The ride is going to suck with as sore as I am, but at least it’s not the truck. Speaking of the truck, it’s running hot but “I think it will make it back okay.” Piece of shit. I hope it catches on fire. I want that thing GONE. Speaking of smells, the truck reeks like a diabetic pissed all over the seats. Really, a fire is the best thing that can happen to it.
When I get back, I’m supposed to follow-up with GI guy, nephro chick, and Dr. Brown-eyes the blood dude within a week. I don’t know why, and I don’t wanna. I was supposed to see my neurologist and cardiologist last month, but thankfully I was out of town. Now, if I were just meeting these people for beer and nachos, I’d be all over it.
I may only get two days alone, but it sounds like a dream. I’ll take it.