So today, I realized I am so over the virus crap that my face rejected the N95 mask. I had been wearing the construction grade for about a week and a half now. Yesterday after spending all day wearing the mask, I went home to severely itchy eyes. Today after only about an hour in the mask the itchy eyes came back and spread. By lunchtime my face was covered in red itchy blotches that were bordering on burning.
I decided to switch to the less viraly secure, but far less reaction inducing, reusable fabric mask to get through the remainder of the day. Being I’m not worried about catching something I’ve already had, the mask was more for others and rules than anything. I’m home now and have dosed myself with a 3rd allergy medicine and hydrocortisone cream to stop the itchy hives.
Otherwise, I did have two full days of work at the clinic which was a good manifestation.
Now I’m off to celebrate Katie’s birthday with allergen free goodies. That is a good evening to be had.
Finally, I’ll end with a dream quandary. Last night I had 2/3’s shot of whisky in a mixed drink. It was enough to screw with my dream world and led to some intensely dark creepy dreams. The one that stuck out was about a person I think is connected to my mystery SJ of 5 years. I’ll call this other person AJ (the J not actually being a common name, two totally different J names). In the dream I was being told that AJ had killed his wife and that’s why no one had heard from him. The person that knew about this had been sent to give me the message, because he was trying to get to me but didn’t know how or when. I was told it really was accidental, and he never meant for her to even get hurt, but because of the situation he was now in great danger himself. I was worried and wanted to know more, but the person telling me said that was all they knew. He said he wasn’t told everything to keep us both safe. That creeped me out and I woke up.
My other dreams were just as dark and creepy; one being a person that had been run over by a train and my mom finding them and telling me to call 911 as the person tried to say something to me/us.
My take away is that I am being drug into super-human clean eating and drinking. Nothing is worth those kinds of dreams invading my sleep. Otherwise, I’m grateful that they are not actually part of my reality and can be headed off at the pass.
May you have good work days, less allergies, and an easier signal to eat and drink cleanly. May your dreams always be pleasant and reachable.
Siva Hir Su