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Topic: Just an ounce
If I could stop sneezing, writing would be a lot easier. I thought that I had it knocked when I doubled up on the decongestant, but that seems to actually be making it worse. My snot is thinner, but it’s pouring out of my nose. I collected it in this tissue here, but it got soggy fast. Really fast. I think it’s tickling my nose as it comes out and that is why I am sneezing so much.
Now it’s hard to think, because my frontal sinuses are tickling. It’s funny because my neuro told me that I had pretty much non-existent frontal sinuses and that’s why I was probably prone to migraines. It has nothing to do with the hallucinations though; I guess just an ounce of mescaline is enough to mess a body up good for a decade or so. When one of the main disadvantages of losing weight is tripping out and ending up in a truck stop shower on a Sunday afternoon three weeks and ten states past your last memory, you end up putting on a few pounds over the years and I guess that’s what I’ve done.
I wish I had a few more tissues. They ration them here, like cigarettes in prison. I considered stealing a roll of toilet paper in order to keep up with the slimy discharge that insists on oozing from my nares, but that seems like it would inconvenience more than a few of my co-workers and how would that help position me in the long run, here at the office? Not well, I tell you. Not well at all.
I tried tea, I tried coffee. It’s hard to breathe and harder to swallow without breathing because I get that horrible water-filled nose sensation. I hate being sick.