I may have a different personality today. I may seem different to you.

And that's just because I took a puff of an inhaler filled with epinephrine. My heart's beating

out of my chest 120 BPM. Something like a Barry's boot camp, but instead I'm sitting still, barely breathing because I have

bronchitis.

Because all of this, all of this, you know what I'm talking about.

All of this, who's this diva?

It's making me ill.

It's affecting my body.

My body is now failing me with all this attention.

Just kidding.

Just kidding because I took five days of steroids, 40 milligrams of prednisone, which

fucked me up. And now I'm withdrawing from an assortment of medications, which you know

that I'm on. Shall I recap? I'm withdrawing from prednisone. My last dose was yesterday. I'm withdrawing from

Lamictal. I'm withdrawing from gabapentin. And I'm withdrawing from coating cough syrup. Who

knew that could fuck you up so bad? I was given it. I was given it in the urgent care.

And I wasn't warned about how it may affect me,

about what the repercussions might be. Every four hours it says on the instructions labeled. So you know

I didn't miss a dose. I was a nurse for God's sakes for eight years. I know how important it is

to stick to the schedule as I taper off my own medications willy-nilly. I was asleep for two days.

It's like, what is going on? I've never been this tired in my life. This is the COVID tired that

people are talking about. I'm not getting enough. I'm not getting enough oxygen to my brain.

I'm hypoxic. It's making me exhausted. There's no perfusion.

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