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canyonwalker) wrote2025-06-12 07:37 am
canyonwalker) wrote2025-06-12 07:37 am
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Cold + Allergies = ðŸ˜
The cold I've got is following a somewhat familiar path of symptoms. It started with a few days of chest congestion, then turned into a head cold (sinus congestion) with worse chest congestion. Then yesterday the sinus congestion turned into a runny nose... and my irritated nasal passages welcomed in an old friend, allergies. 😳
It didn't help that there were scents— air "freshener" shit— in the room where I was attending all day training. Then, a person who'd smelled like he'd taken a fucking bath in cologne sat next to me. I held it together until lunch but then.... 🤯 I was a mess of sneezing all afternoon.
When training ended a few minutes after 5pm (yay, on time!) I whispered to my boss that I needed to skip out on the group dinner. I went up to my room, showered, and put on fresh clothes— clothes that hadn't been in the room of "Why the fuck do people call adding atmospheric irritants air freshener?" scents. I spent 90 minutes just trying to recenter myself and feel presentable enough to go back out in public. ...For even small values of "public", like n=1 people.
And n=1 was what I did for dinner. I sat at the hotel bar and ordered a small meal. There was nobody else there, just me and the bartender. That was perfect because I didn't have to worry about sitting far away from people in case another sneezing fit hit me. Fortunately none did anyway.
The downside of an empty bar is that it's boring. And I just wanted to stretch out anyway, not sit up on a stool. After I finished my meal I took most of my second glass of beer back up to the room with me. I nursed it for almost 2 hours as I stretched out in bed with my computer. I weighed going downstairs to the hot tub. I was sure the hot water and steam would make me feel better. But at that point I just didn't have the energy for it. I got to sleep at the completely reasonable hour of 10:30.
I slept fitfully the first half of the night. I wasn't sneezing but my head was stuffed. I awoke every hour, drank water, and took more pills as necessary. But then after my 1:30am-ish wakeup I slept all the way through until just after 6, with the brightening sky out my balcony window waking me up naturally. Yay, small victories!
Today I'm feeling better than yesterday. ....Well, I'm feeling better than yesterday afternoon. I am not felling better than yesterday morning. Meaning, things could go completely south on me when boxed up in the room of goddammit-stop-spraying-that-shit-around. We'll see.
It didn't help that there were scents— air "freshener" shit— in the room where I was attending all day training. Then, a person who'd smelled like he'd taken a fucking bath in cologne sat next to me. I held it together until lunch but then.... 🤯 I was a mess of sneezing all afternoon.
When training ended a few minutes after 5pm (yay, on time!) I whispered to my boss that I needed to skip out on the group dinner. I went up to my room, showered, and put on fresh clothes— clothes that hadn't been in the room of "Why the fuck do people call adding atmospheric irritants air freshener?" scents. I spent 90 minutes just trying to recenter myself and feel presentable enough to go back out in public. ...For even small values of "public", like n=1 people.
And n=1 was what I did for dinner. I sat at the hotel bar and ordered a small meal. There was nobody else there, just me and the bartender. That was perfect because I didn't have to worry about sitting far away from people in case another sneezing fit hit me. Fortunately none did anyway.
The downside of an empty bar is that it's boring. And I just wanted to stretch out anyway, not sit up on a stool. After I finished my meal I took most of my second glass of beer back up to the room with me. I nursed it for almost 2 hours as I stretched out in bed with my computer. I weighed going downstairs to the hot tub. I was sure the hot water and steam would make me feel better. But at that point I just didn't have the energy for it. I got to sleep at the completely reasonable hour of 10:30.
I slept fitfully the first half of the night. I wasn't sneezing but my head was stuffed. I awoke every hour, drank water, and took more pills as necessary. But then after my 1:30am-ish wakeup I slept all the way through until just after 6, with the brightening sky out my balcony window waking me up naturally. Yay, small victories!
Today I'm feeling better than yesterday. ....Well, I'm feeling better than yesterday afternoon. I am not felling better than yesterday morning. Meaning, things could go completely south on me when boxed up in the room of goddammit-stop-spraying-that-shit-around. We'll see.