Oh, sweet steroids. My vile, yet beautifully dirty mistress.
I spent last night propped up the big comfy chair in the living room. I didn't sleep much because my heart was racing, ever muscle was twitching and my nerve endings were on fire. Sweat poured down my neck and pooled between my breasts, despite the fan that the Aggie had positioned to blow directly on me. The thermostat was on 67 degrees, yet my body reminded hot, as if I were lying in the sunny beach in July. At around midnight I still hadn't drifted off to sleep. My body was now physically shaking and I was pretty sure that my heart was about to sprout arms and rip its way out. The Aggie applied wet towels to my neck, forehead and chest. If I'd asked him to do this, I can't remember, but I'm sure glad he did. A few minutes later, my body began to settle a bit. The instant I stopped convulsing, my teeth started to chatter. I was suddenly cool, yet I continued to sweat. My heart was slowing, but it still jumped a once in a while. With each sudden flop, I feared it was the last beat my heart would ever make. Yet, I can remember looking down at my toes and wishing I'd had a pedicure this week.
Sometime around midnight I drifted off. I didn't awake until 4:50 a.m. when Deuce let out a shrill yelp to alert us to my father-in-law departure to work. Grumpy was sneaking around the living room taking care not to wake me. When Deuce barked, he turned and shone his flashlight toward the little monster's face that was sticking out of our cracked bedroom door. When he was sure everything settled and Deuce was quieted, Grumpy began silently gathering his things. As he was opening the door to leave, I called his name. He jumped three feet in the air and flashed his key ring light across my face. I had packed up a birthday present for our nephew and asked Grumpy to deliver it this weekend. He added the gift to his belongings as we talked for a bit. Within two minutes he'd slipped out the door and I had settled back into my chair.
My heart was racing again and I began to wonder how long it would take steroids to wear off. At that instant if you had dumped me in an Olympic pool with Michael Phelps he would have been eating my bubbles. I was pretty sure I could have lifted a school bus off a Volvo if I had too. I read once that Seasbiscuit was such an amazing champion because his heart was actually 10 times the size of a normal horse. His heart pumped 10 times as much blood and he could move 10 times as fast. And that's how I still feel – like my heart was moving my lifeblood through my body at an accelerated rate. Everything is in fast forward, like my body is moving a heartbeat sooner than the world around me.
On the other hand, I seem to be breathing out of my nose again.
I spent last night propped up the big comfy chair in the living room. I didn't sleep much because my heart was racing, ever muscle was twitching and my nerve endings were on fire. Sweat poured down my neck and pooled between my breasts, despite the fan that the Aggie had positioned to blow directly on me. The thermostat was on 67 degrees, yet my body reminded hot, as if I were lying in the sunny beach in July. At around midnight I still hadn't drifted off to sleep. My body was now physically shaking and I was pretty sure that my heart was about to sprout arms and rip its way out. The Aggie applied wet towels to my neck, forehead and chest. If I'd asked him to do this, I can't remember, but I'm sure glad he did. A few minutes later, my body began to settle a bit. The instant I stopped convulsing, my teeth started to chatter. I was suddenly cool, yet I continued to sweat. My heart was slowing, but it still jumped a once in a while. With each sudden flop, I feared it was the last beat my heart would ever make. Yet, I can remember looking down at my toes and wishing I'd had a pedicure this week.
Sometime around midnight I drifted off. I didn't awake until 4:50 a.m. when Deuce let out a shrill yelp to alert us to my father-in-law departure to work. Grumpy was sneaking around the living room taking care not to wake me. When Deuce barked, he turned and shone his flashlight toward the little monster's face that was sticking out of our cracked bedroom door. When he was sure everything settled and Deuce was quieted, Grumpy began silently gathering his things. As he was opening the door to leave, I called his name. He jumped three feet in the air and flashed his key ring light across my face. I had packed up a birthday present for our nephew and asked Grumpy to deliver it this weekend. He added the gift to his belongings as we talked for a bit. Within two minutes he'd slipped out the door and I had settled back into my chair.
My heart was racing again and I began to wonder how long it would take steroids to wear off. At that instant if you had dumped me in an Olympic pool with Michael Phelps he would have been eating my bubbles. I was pretty sure I could have lifted a school bus off a Volvo if I had too. I read once that Seasbiscuit was such an amazing champion because his heart was actually 10 times the size of a normal horse. His heart pumped 10 times as much blood and he could move 10 times as fast. And that's how I still feel – like my heart was moving my lifeblood through my body at an accelerated rate. Everything is in fast forward, like my body is moving a heartbeat sooner than the world around me.
On the other hand, I seem to be breathing out of my nose again.
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