Feeling creative....
Now, doesn't that sounds like I'd be working on my WIP? I wish. For some odd reason I got this picture of a house in my head today while driving to a job site. What did I do the second I got home? I picked up a piece of paper and ruler and drew out the layout and design. For someone with ZERO talent when it comes to drawing, it doesn't look half bad. It actually looks like what I pictured in my head. I was stunned. But I had a good time while doing it. Who knows maybe my creative streak will continue and veer in the direction of writing.
I had actually thought about blogging on Monday and Tuesday... but I couldn't see, so that would've made it difficult. I was working at a job site on my own. Let me stress that they are no where near ready to start putting out grass seed. But, they had 20 bales of hay delivered on Monday at lunchtime. They decided it was a good idea to store the hay in the middle of the building that we are building. One problem. I have SEVERE hayfever. My lungs close, my eyes swell shut, my face gets hideously puffy, I can't stop sneezing, and have broken out in hives if I touch the stuff. Sounds fun, huh?
Now, I only take my allergy meds when I need them, because I have to sign away my first born everytime I go to buy more pills. I'll explain this fiasco before continuing with my story. The only medication that I can take that doesn't make me sick, or knock me on my ass for days, contains psuedoephedrine in it. Psuedoephedrine is now regulated my the government is cracking down on the sale of it. It is one ingredient used to make Meth. I am only allotted so much a month and to get it, I have to sign papers and fork over my driver's license and sign away my first born child. It's crazy. The first time I tried to buy it under the new "rules" the sales person asked me if I had a note from my doctor stating that I had allergies. I told her "no, but if you want, I can walk back outside for 5 minutes. When I come back inside, you'll be able to see for yourself."
Anyway, Monday my allergies weren't bothering me too much when I got up in the morning, so I decided to forego taking the meds. While I was happily eating my lunch a few miles away, they got their delivery. When I got back, I barely walked in the door (on the other side of the building) before the scent hit me and nearly knocked me back out the door. My chest instantly tightened. I'm thinking, "GOODY!!!" I ended up having to leave early that day... 'cause I don't normally carry my inhaler with me ('cause I rarely need it... maybe 3 times a year). By the time I got home, my eyes were nearly closed and I was extremely lightheaded, 'cause I wasn't getting enough oxygen. I seriously thought I was gonna pass out on the way home.... guess I shouldn't have been driving, huh?
Tuesday, I find out I'm going back to finish what I didn't get done on Monday. I took my meds and took my inhaler along 'cause I knew I would need it. I had to use it TWICE, just to get through the day. And, to help matters along, we had a nice breeze blowing through the building.... blowing little bits of hay all over me. At this point, I'm just thanking the heavens that I didn't break out in hives. But, with 8 hours of almost constant exposure, there is no allergy medication on this planet that will save you for that long. I was so miserable by the time I got back home. I still feel like there is a hay bale sitting in the bottom of my lungs and a 500lbs guy sitting on my chest. Let me just tell you, breathing is so much fun right now.
I was sort of hoping that all that exposure wouls desensitize me to it a little. But, we stopped in today for only a minute, just long enough for my dad to inspect my work from the past 2 days. We weren't in there more than 10 seconds before I started hacking and coughing. And, I still sound like I am breathing through a balloon.
Ready for the good news..... We get to work there ALL DAY on Friday as well!!!!!!! You know I am really looking forward to that.
Wow, I can't believe I wrote that much. Ah, it was all me bitching.... I'm a pro at that ;) Well, I'm off to try to be creative some more. Wish me luck.
2 Comments:
Your post reminded me of some of my worst allergy experiences. I can totally relate.
As a fellow writer I wish you the best of luck with your creative endeavors.
Thanks for the good wishes!
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