Day 3: Does..uh...unclogging the toilet count?
Alright, listen up. Today was a struggle.
It's pretty obvious based on the fact that (a) I'm still up at 2 am, and (b) well, I'm writing this post at 2 am.
I fell asleep at 5 am the night before - yes, you read that right, 5 am. Why? Because my face decided to present signs of an allergy (read: swollen and redness under one eye) at about midnight. Now, being the worrier that I am, I of course couldn't sleep. I took a Benadryl and meticulously evaluated the state of my rash every 10 seconds for signs of its retreat. It never went away; the Benadryl just eventually knocked me out.
So, we didn't start on the best of terms, me and 3/15.
Nonetheless, I woke up at 11 am feeling pretty ready to take on the world. Despite, of course, being woken up by day 2 of our neighbor's St. Patty Day festivities (didn't he ever hear of "social distancing"?)
But then things slowly started drifting away from me:
I don't really know what triggered it but I started to feel physical symptoms unlike what I've felt before. First came the grogginess, then the dizziness, then the stabbing pain in my chest. My breathing was shallow and my mind was racing. I didn't really eat much either; I've noticed I do this when I'm overthinking.
By 11 pm I was shutting down, I had yet to do any working out of any kind, and the toilet still wasn't fixed.
It wasn't until 1 am that I snapped out of it and decided to (a) drink water, and (b) figure out this toilet nonsense.
SPOILER ALERT: I never did my 20 minutes of working out, but I'm making the plea that my >10 minutes of plunging should count as an arm workout. Because man was that a stubborn clog.
For the folks reading at home, boiling water and dish detergent really does work wonders. A solution I only found after quite a few minutes of vigorous, yet unsuccessful, plunging.
Please forgive my gross post today and hope that tomorrow I have a better grip on the anxiety so you don't have to read about bodily functions and the failings of our sewage system ever again.
Until tomorrow friends, until tomorrow.
It's pretty obvious based on the fact that (a) I'm still up at 2 am, and (b) well, I'm writing this post at 2 am.
I fell asleep at 5 am the night before - yes, you read that right, 5 am. Why? Because my face decided to present signs of an allergy (read: swollen and redness under one eye) at about midnight. Now, being the worrier that I am, I of course couldn't sleep. I took a Benadryl and meticulously evaluated the state of my rash every 10 seconds for signs of its retreat. It never went away; the Benadryl just eventually knocked me out.
So, we didn't start on the best of terms, me and 3/15.
Nonetheless, I woke up at 11 am feeling pretty ready to take on the world. Despite, of course, being woken up by day 2 of our neighbor's St. Patty Day festivities (didn't he ever hear of "social distancing"?)
But then things slowly started drifting away from me:
- Somewhere between 1 and 2 pm I clogged the toilet in a victorious yet sad moment. I had to text my roommate I couldn't quite figure out how to fix it. ICKY and AWKWARD.
- Somewhere between 5 and 6 pm chest pain and unhinged worry took over.
I don't really know what triggered it but I started to feel physical symptoms unlike what I've felt before. First came the grogginess, then the dizziness, then the stabbing pain in my chest. My breathing was shallow and my mind was racing. I didn't really eat much either; I've noticed I do this when I'm overthinking.
By 11 pm I was shutting down, I had yet to do any working out of any kind, and the toilet still wasn't fixed.
It wasn't until 1 am that I snapped out of it and decided to (a) drink water, and (b) figure out this toilet nonsense.
SPOILER ALERT: I never did my 20 minutes of working out, but I'm making the plea that my >10 minutes of plunging should count as an arm workout. Because man was that a stubborn clog.
For the folks reading at home, boiling water and dish detergent really does work wonders. A solution I only found after quite a few minutes of vigorous, yet unsuccessful, plunging.
Please forgive my gross post today and hope that tomorrow I have a better grip on the anxiety so you don't have to read about bodily functions and the failings of our sewage system ever again.
Until tomorrow friends, until tomorrow.
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