It is 4 in the morning and I am awake. I sit in the living room illuminated only by the light of a candle and listen to the sound of the rain. I could wax poetic I suppose about the pitter patter of the rain or what a surprising amount of light one lone candle can produce in a still night darkened room. But I won’t because I’ve not had any coffee and I suspect when I do actually wake up sometime later today, I will find my words silly. And I won’t be drinking any coffee yet this morning, because I still hold out hope that my body will allow me a few more blessed hours of sleep sometime today.
I’m not sure why I’m awake. I suppose it has something to do with my utter inability to breathe. When the mountain cedar trees spew their evil pollen into the air really everyone suffers, but for some reason I am suffering more this year than I have in a long time. Mountain cedar is kicking me when I am down. Stinking mountain cedar.
I am also in a significant amount of pain. I have not noticed much benefit from the meds yet. Mostly I feel lousy, but last Tuesday I had a good day. I had minimal pain and had a little more energy than usual. I believe brighter days are ahead. In the meantime I take it one breath at a time. Literally.
Yesterday, when I was cutting up all the veggies and frying the meat for tacos, I sneezed about every 30 seconds. I was grossing myself out. Surely this has to be against some health code, right? I should not have been cooking! I am totally using that excuse today.
And by the way, it is not lost on me that my last post was about not being a morning person. If I believed in Fate I might be tempted to think she was messing with me.