I woke up yesterday and I could just feel it coming on. It was that early warning wave that feels like your blood surges through your head like a levee bursting open for a few moments. You can feel that raspiness in your chest when you take a deep breath. Eyes are more moist than normal, and you get that odd taste in your mouth. Pretty soon your ears start becoming really sensitive to loud noise, your eyes hurt from behind, and those warning waves start crashing in more and more frequently.
At some point yesterday evening I knew I was sick. I imagined the microscopic bacteria having a college-kegger in my sinuses. I got home from the store last night at around midnight. Originally I had intended to hit the bar last night, but that just wasn’t happenin’. The cigarette smoke (this bar is still smoker-friendly) would have crippled my immune system and blown any minute chance I had of overcoming this before it really kicked my ass. So I reluctantly stayed home.
I have a feeling that staying up really late thursday night probably had something to do with the not being able to fight the bacteria as well as I should. Yet one more reason why sleep is underrated.
I took a hot bath last night. At some point I completely submerged my head and chest in the hot water, legs propped up against the faucet-side wall. I could feel, could HEAR, my pulse surging through my ears. It reminded me of the heartbeat sound on Track 1 of Pink Floyd’s “Dark Side of the Moon.” The hot water was pulling a lot of blood into the capillaries around my sinuses, and I felt a lot of pressure, but I didn’t care. The pulse-sound had kind of a gurgle to it. I had thoughts that maybe my body would shut down, I would exhale the air keeping my head buoyant, and water would rush into my mouth and nasal cavity. I kind of sat with that thought as I let the water drain out of the tub.
Laying in a draining tub is probably one of the most singly relaxing things ever. You just completely relax your arm, neck, and back muscles and let the water softly set you down on the bottom of the bathtub. As the water gets pulled into the drain you feel like you’re melting into the hard plastic (or porcelain, or stone, or whatever yours is made of). I usually just lay there for a few minutes after that before slowly sitting up and getting out.
I used to do that a lot when I lived in Dayton, it was a great counter to a stressful day at the restaurant.
Anyways — I woke up this morning, and my eyes were moist. Sounds almost like the beginnings of a blues song. I had a stuffy nose, and a slightly sore throat. The taste in my mouth was that nasty post-nasal drip flavor. Nastiness.
In spite of how totally shitty I feel, I am still going to trek down to Charlie’s to go to that local show — maybe see some myspace’rs, see some bands play, and just hang out. Whether or not I do the bar afterwards is an entirely different issue. I think Tegs and Beav said they wanted to get together tonight and go to some club in dayton. Maybe I’ll do that — shit. I’m not going to let a fucking cold ruin my weekend!