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March 11, 2003 - 11:37 AM
My Bedroom is Clean
My Bedroom is Clean
I cleaned my bedroom this weekend. The last time I did that was probably a year ago. The dust was piled up an inch thick on surfaces, no kidding. It took me all weekend to clean one lousy room. But, man, is it clean now. I moved furniture to get rid of the old dust (to make room for the new that will be settling there immediately).
The outcome of this is that I cultivated a mild case of asthma and asthmatic I am not. By the end of Saturday night I was coughing and wheezing. Sleeping was difficult. It got so bad that by Sunday night I was attached to the inhaler thingy.
On Monday morning I was still having trouble breathing. I had already planned to go to the gym but I was unsure if my lungs would be up to my 45-minute cardio routine.
So, I go to the gym and get on the elliptical thingy. At first everything seemed OK. Lungs seemed to be keeping up. As time went on I started pushing myself to the degree that I normally do. My lungs weren't giving me any trouble and I was doing well.
About 15 minutes into my work out a guy got on the machine next to me. I didn't really pay much attention to him until about 5 minutes later when he started looking around the cardio theater. He looked forward, he looked right, then he looked left which was the side I was on. Suddenly my lung problems had nothing to do with dust. A wave of onion-laden halitosis hit me full force. OH NO! I CAN'T BREATHE! This was worse then my dust related asthma. If only that guy had stopped looking around and just watched the TVs that were in front of him, but no, he had to keep turn his head right, left, right, left. And each time he turned to the left I was hit once again with his oral stench.
After a while he and I got into a routine. Each time he turned his head to the left, so did I. We must have looked like we were doing synchronized head movements. The thing is, I was in the middle of my work out but I had to figure out some way to avoid this bad breath. Turning my head at the same time he did was the best I could come up with and it worked pretty much too. Unfortunately I had to keep up this routine for 30 minutes, the time he was on the machine. I'm so glad I didn't faint.
In the mean time, I have a question for you all. How come the nights I don't drink, when I wake up the next morning I feel like I've been hit with the hangover stick, but the nights I do drink, I wake up fine the next morning? Whut up wid dat?
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