I’m not happy. Why not? Every time I sneeze or cough, my guts rearrange themselves and I swear to beezus, a small piece of brain falls out of my nose. Every. Single. Time.
I’m sneezing a lot. It’s Spring. Rhinitis has sprung.
Allergies are annoying as fuck, but that’s not the worst of it. Someone decided that I don’t actually need the Tramadol I’ve been taking for two years, so it was discontinued. I’ve just been taking it for the hell of it, right? It’s not like I’m actually in enough pain I could kill a whole boatload of assholes, right?! I have a few names for the passenger manifest of this “boat”.
While I’m fighting off a systemic candida infection, during allergy season, I’m also going through withdrawal. Fucking amaze-o! Sneezing, watery eyes, drippy nose, tremors, muscle pain, double doodie duty and all of that other pain it was treating, have all been turned up to 11. I’m going to stab a bitch.