Allergic to ?

Word of the Day
matutinal \muh-TOOT-n-uhl\, adjective:

Relating to or occurring in the morning; early.

I love the sound of this word. if you're gong to be awake before 8 a.m., you should be forced to use this word. If someone said, "I'm a matutinal person," that would give me enough time to walk away.

I have physical evidence to support my hypothesis that I am NOT capable of being a morning person. Not capable. Must work at night. I can't think or speak in the morning before 8:30 a.m. I'm worthless.

How have I made this discovery? It relates to the allergic reactions I started having awhile back. I haven't had an anaphylactic reaction since May. I adjusted some prescription meds, had no problems, so I assumed the medicine was to blame for the skin clawing, morbid swelling, nearly suffocating reaction to who knows what.

So three months go by and suddenly, I have another allergic reaction. Only this time it was the mother of all reactions. I swelled up, broke out in a weird rash, my lips were numb, I itched everywhere I had skin and I started sweating like a fat man in a construction zone. And then of course the usual, wheezing, severe abdominal cramps, what not. I looked like I dipped my head in a vat of battery acid.

When I used the epi pen, it worked for about 30 seconds before I really started getting bad. So Kevin took me to the hospital, where I was a walking freak show for the folks in the ER.

Once I'm calmed down (otherwise known as being drugged into a delicious stupor)the doctors parade out the usual questions,trying to figure out why this happens.

Nothing I ate, nothing I'm wearing, no recreational drugs, nothing out of the ordinary EXCEPT I got up early that morning to fix pancakes for breakfast. I was up before 7 a.m. on a Sunday morning. I had not only fixed breakfast but done some laundry and was all ready for church.

The matutinal behavior was the only unaccounted for variable that day. My skillful deduction tells me that I am allergic to early mornings.

I never get up early unless there's a darn good reason for it. And it nearly cost me my life. So, based on all logical comparisons, I think I can get a doctors excuse to sleep late each and every morning.

OOps

Wow. When you spend time on certain websites, it tends to raise some red flags. Of course, it didn't help matters that I accidentally searched for youbube instead of youtube. Costly.

One more use for packing tape

So I'm using the school's computer again. I think they want me to be teaching or something right now but it was never stated specifically. The computer is still down. Apparently it's on its way to India.

Nothing exciting is happening here except that I've become a recluse, devoid of any cyber interaction.

Oh, and the rear fender is falling off the van. I guess it's not the fender, per se, but the molding stuff around the back end. It's not all the way off, it's hanging on like a loose baby tooth. Instead of wrapping around the side of the van, it kinda juts out and waves around like a bra less Barbra Streisand. It's on just enough to stay on the van but off enough that if I drove by you and you were standing on the sidewalk, I would take you out, no problem.

You can add this to the growing ailments suffered by our mini van: the door that falls off, the door that doesn't shut, and the seat belt that has to be tied. Now, the routine goes something like this: Untie seat belt, everyone climb out same door, slam door shut to it stays, kick fender back on van.

So I fixed it myself. I know you're thinking duct tape. That was my first thought. But after subsequent pontification, I deemed that remedy too tacky. Even though the word 'loser' has been written in the window dust, appearances still matter.

So I used clear packing tape. Yep. I taped that fender molding thingy right back on the van. And no one is the wiser. Except if you get real close.

Oh man. Our computer has been down for almost three weeks now. I'm miserable. People around me are miserable, directly due to my misery. I feel like I'm in solitary confinement. I have no outlet for my inner rant.

I'm driving myself nuts. Today I snuck (sneaked?) in and used the school's computer lab, where I teach. It's Labor Day, no one is here. But, when they go through the log of computer/Internet usage tomorrow, I don't really want to explain why I was on a site called minimal shrinkage.

Hope everyone had a restful Labor Day.