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               8:52 PM, Tuesday,
               May 4tth, 2021: The last 24 hours
               man... So if this is what
               they call "fatigue"? I have never been fatigued. If
               those were "chills"? I have never had chills.
               Because last night was so comically intense as well as
               the first 12 hours of today, that there was only one
               thing I could compare it to: Skin Deep. My
               favorite John Ritter movie. Him dealing with the
               after-effects of elctroshock treatment was what I went
               through for 4 hours last night...  Such an underated
               movie. Oh how I miss Ritter. Christ has it been nearly
               20 years since he's been gone? Goddamn. So within 30
               minutes of the second shot, it felt different. While
               driving HOME I knew I was in for some shit. I was
               still pretty good the remainder of the day, just a
               little tired (what I would call fatigued), but
               I knew the following day was gonna be rough and I
               also knew to expect chills... ...which I got at
               around midnight when I desperately had to pee.
               Which meant some logistics that you almost wish had
               been filmed. So I start shaking, wake up Talya
               and I try to explain the situation - but I'm laughing.
               Because here's the thing: there are no other symptoms.
               Usually when you get chills, you have a sore throat or
               congestion or general miserableness - but this was
               just like a video game. Or, as I show in the
               video: someone just randomly shocking me. So after
               every bout with the "shakes" I would just giggle. It
               was honestly kind of fun. Until I realized I really,
               really needed to pee and I didn't know how I was going
               to get to the bathroom because the shakes were coming
               so fast.  Talya asks if
               I want a bucket and I said "not unless you have a
               hose to attach, 'cause that's gonna get ugly." We're
               both laughing at this point and I do finally make my
               way to the bathroom, shakes and all. Once back in bed
               however I try to get comfortable and the part of
               "chills" I'm used to continues. You get comfortable
               and then if you move any part of your body to a
               minimally cooler place? BOOM: more shakes. This was
               funny for about a half-hour. However, it did what no
               "chills" have done to me: it continued NON-STOP from
               12am-4am. If I had thought of it, I would have asked
               Talya for a sleeping pill or something to just get me
               through this because it was wildly unnecessary to just
               be exhausted all night. I will definitely be giving
               Talya a sleeping pill for her first night.
               'Cause fuuuuck this. Which means this
               morning, not only was a tired because of the shot, but
               because of shaking for that many hours. But tired
               doesn't really describe it. The only thing
               I could imagine was how really, really, really
               sick people talk about being bedridden and having no
               energy. Like, wanting to walk the roughly 8 steps to
               the bathroom and having to focus all your energy on
               the THOUGHT of how you'll move your feet and
               where you'll put your hands and then MAYBE 3 minutes
               later attempting it. Every moment I was
               upright, my body was like "oh fuck no... get, down. On
               the ground. Now." That in and of itself was kinda
               humorous. In the hallway, holding myself up,
               I just wanted to sit on the floor. But knew that
               no one would be able to get me up if I did. So I
               stayed in bed and around 2pm? I pushed myself to walk.
               I did pretty well, I walked nearly an entire mile
               (improvements to my energy level seemed to improve
               every 30 minutes) but I made the mistake of walking
               AWAY from my house for a 1/2 mile and then realizing
               "oh man, I need to sit." ...and you can't really do
               that. So I pushed through to get home and then
               collapsed. Only now, nearly 6 more hours later do I
               feel as good as I did at 2pm and I can certainly
               see light at the end of the tunnel: thus I'm
               writing. But that was my
               experience and I'm thrilled. Again, having all of
               these symptoms without ANY actual cold/flu
               symptoms is really pretty fascinating. It's like
               taking a drug. It's nothing I've ever experienced
               before in my life... and I kinda dig that. It's a
               story. And The Journey is
               nothing if not a whole bunch of little stories. This
               was story #2130. Adam |