Crunchy Lungs With a Side of Yelling

 

I merely wish I was this high like I was on pain pills after having had carpel tunnel surgery twenty years ago but no such luck.

The husband likes to pick at me about calling asthmatic lung wheezy feeling as "crunchy lung". They don't actually crunch, they just feel like I imagine it might feel if you deep fried them, a deep ache. That's me right now.

Earlier today the husband did that thing I hate the most, wake up and announce he had a brilliant brainstorm. Like usual it wasn't very brilliant, in fact I'd say it was more like a passing slight drizzle than a storm. He started babbling top speed about painting the wall in the living room behind the washer/dryer when they're getting replaced in ten days. What followed was a frustrating mast cell conversation where I had to point out again and again that repainting any part of the inside of the house involved me moving out for a few weeks while it aired. He kept asking why until I started yelling it was mast cell, that latex paint gives me the worst asthma. He knows this, but it never dawned on his happy ass.

I get so tired to explaining my boundaries. He thinks I'm merely a killjoy. No, I want to stay alive. 

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