It's that time of the year again when people with allergies drop down one by one, the reason different in every case, the allergen unique to the individual. Mine is simple - a change in weather. As early as Friday last week, I knew - felt - that I'd be sick enough one of these days to take at least a day off from work. While many were downing beer, vodka, gin or whatnot, I had my good old reliable bottle of Bactidol to give me at least a few hours of relief from an itchy throat. Although the relief was short-lived, no one sensed my discomfort.
But everything went from bad to worse from Saturday onwards. Ventolin didn't silence the wheezing sound everytime I breathed - or attempted to breathe - and didn't remove that feeling of having a ride-on compactor (pison) on my chest. I kept waiting for that "yeaahhh" feeling that comes about 1 or 2 seconds after a puff but all I felt was the need to puff again... and again... and again. Monday, I had to pause after every 3 words to catch my breath. Tuesday, I couldn't even get out of bed. And then, Budesonide. My new best friend. But my cough was still bad and I had caught a cold then so I had to take Wednesday off too. Add to all that a stiff neck so bad that a slight twitch in my arm would send a million pain signals that made me see black and almost caused me to pass out. A "stick" neck, as my babies called it, is a regular occurrence to me as I don't move when I sleep. But this morning's, despite 1,500mg of painkillers, was one of the worst I had to endure. It's already early morning of Thursday and the pain in my neck is still pestering me.
So now I lay me down to sleep... and pray that morning will bring relief...
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