damn dander
Could allergies be to blame for my lack of blog posting, and constant decline in intelligent thought over the past nine months? Recent findings suggest, yes.
When I moved into my current apartment and began sharing residency with a cat named Drexel, I never thought that I might be allergic to pet dander. At that time I was stressed and depressed over my unemployment (see many previous entries). I didn't think my low energy and cloudy-headedness was unusual. Especially after being overtired and underfed for most of the previous five years of school.
But now that I have a job, shouldn't I be feeling great. Shouldn't I wake up in the morning rested. Shouldn't I be able concentrate enough to read a book, or perform satisfactorily at work? Why can't I form an intelligent sentence to communicate my thoughts? I thought I was being lazy and just needed to snap out of it. Why have I had constant respiratory problems over the past several months? I eat healthily. I take vitamins. But no matter what, my head is in fog, my sinuses ache, and I can't sleep at night.
Then for the first time in a long while I spent the weekend away from my apartment. I woke up saturday and sunday feeling fantastic. My eyes didn't hurt. The pressure in my sinuses that I'd accepted as normal, was gone. I could think clearly for the first time in a long while.
In fact I woke up after just four hours of sleep with the epiphany that I must be extremely allergic to something (likely the cat) This is great news, and cause for writing a blog entry three times longer than any reasonable person would be interested in reading. Not only do I have a clear scape-goat for my problems, but I can easily slay this goat by doing something I've been planning to do for a while. I started the apartment search yesterday. Even though I'm drowning in student debt and would love the bit of money saved by living in low-rent squalor, my health and ability to think are more important. After-all, if I get fired because I can't think clearly enough to cut the mustard, I'd be much poorer than I am now.
When I moved into my current apartment and began sharing residency with a cat named Drexel, I never thought that I might be allergic to pet dander. At that time I was stressed and depressed over my unemployment (see many previous entries). I didn't think my low energy and cloudy-headedness was unusual. Especially after being overtired and underfed for most of the previous five years of school.
But now that I have a job, shouldn't I be feeling great. Shouldn't I wake up in the morning rested. Shouldn't I be able concentrate enough to read a book, or perform satisfactorily at work? Why can't I form an intelligent sentence to communicate my thoughts? I thought I was being lazy and just needed to snap out of it. Why have I had constant respiratory problems over the past several months? I eat healthily. I take vitamins. But no matter what, my head is in fog, my sinuses ache, and I can't sleep at night.
Then for the first time in a long while I spent the weekend away from my apartment. I woke up saturday and sunday feeling fantastic. My eyes didn't hurt. The pressure in my sinuses that I'd accepted as normal, was gone. I could think clearly for the first time in a long while.
In fact I woke up after just four hours of sleep with the epiphany that I must be extremely allergic to something (likely the cat) This is great news, and cause for writing a blog entry three times longer than any reasonable person would be interested in reading. Not only do I have a clear scape-goat for my problems, but I can easily slay this goat by doing something I've been planning to do for a while. I started the apartment search yesterday. Even though I'm drowning in student debt and would love the bit of money saved by living in low-rent squalor, my health and ability to think are more important. After-all, if I get fired because I can't think clearly enough to cut the mustard, I'd be much poorer than I am now.
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