shanmonster | Surreality Interrupted

I wrote the following, two nights ago. I was interrupted in mid-sentence by the arrival of f00dave. Rest assured that although I'm not exactly feeling well, I am feeling much better.

I may as well describe what I'm feeling, right now. The physical sensations are very strange, as always whenever I take an Imitrex. My upper chest, right between the tips of my clavicles, feels tight and strained. The tips almost tingle. I feel like my flesh may be made of rubber. I can feel the muscles in my forearms almost throbbing with some unknown rhythm. I am devoid of energy.

My concentration comes and goes in small waves, like a calm lake lapping at the shore. Every now and then, I must stop typing and rest. My eyes remain closed because opening them is too much sensation. I am overwhelmed with what I see, almost like a person who's been blind all their life and then can suddenly see. It's almost impossible to filter out extraneous details. My vision floats like a bobber on a lake.

My head has a dull, mild ache at the temples. Now that I've opened my eyes, I can't stop staring at my thumbs. The nail on the left one is peculiarly shiny.

I expect I'll feel even stranger, soon. The last time I took Imitrex (I think I've taken six, ever, throughout the last two or three years)