My last entry was on Christmas day, I think. I was tired that day, and turns out, the next day, I came down with a King Kong of Colds, either that or a massive allergy attack.
It’s been a week since then and the cold is still with me. The PND at night is just awful. I swallow over and over. A body can produce two quarts of mucus a day.
I have had to curtail working out. Yesterday, New Year’s Day, the club was closed. I worked out the day before that but only for an hour. Then did jacuzzi and steam. I cancelled by Thursday appointment with Anny. A good idea.
Yesterday watched football till my eyes were falling out. Horrible, I watched them as if they were ants scurrying around.
Otis M.–who taught in Black Studies–died. While I did not know him well, we were on a nodding basis in the corridor.
The withdrawal continues: aches, pains, strange sensations in legs, and pelvic floor. Massive early morning depression, and fear at night. I tried to make myself feel better by thinking, well, at least, I am not in a hospital with somebody charged to wipe my butt for me. But that did not cheer me up.
Anhedonia…a major sign of depression. Could be I am very depressed…drug rebound?