My throat feels itchy inside

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My throat feels itchy inside

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It's storming really bad here. Really, really bad. We've lost power. We've received fifteen fucking tornado warnings. I feel like I'm gonna have a massive panic attack, and I'm seriously beginning to think about moving far away from home. I never ever wanted to move in my life, but this? This is almost enough to make me change my mind. I feel terrified. Our neighbours have a massive tree, and it fell over. It fell right in our yard! It destroyed our fence and everything!
Power is not working. We've got no TV to distract me, no ability to do anything to calm me down! My stomach feels really sick. I feel nervous and scared for my life. I…oww. oww…my stomach really feels cramped and scared and stressed now. I hate this, I hate this, I hate this! I'm stressing out.
Okay, I'm calming down slightly. I'm scared of needing to pee a lot, because I do keep feeling an urge to pee. But beyond that, I feel better. I'm calming down a tiny little bit. My dad has assured me I will not die from a tree breaking into the house and crushing me. I've been assured I won't die, which is making me feel a little bit less like a scared prey animal. But I'm still nervous. Thank gods my phone still has some battery life. Because even if I don't have data, I'm gonna need something to get me through this. Something to help me not curl into the fetal position and cry.
This is the first time I actually feel willing to move. Move far, far away. Move somewhere the storms aren't. Move somewhere where storms never, ever happen. Because I can't keep doing this. This is the second time this spring. I can't keep going through this. I can't! There's gotta be somewhere out there where the storms don't come. There's gotta be somewhere. I can't handle more storms. I can't. I just can't.
We've lost all power, so now we can't play DVDs or TV or nothing! I need power to come back before 9 pm tonight, because me? Me, sleeping in the pitch darkness? Yeah, I can only see that happening if my dad is directly on call to help me and manage my panic. I can't sleep in the dark by myself, I just know I can't. I can't and I won't.
I'm still stressed. But thank the gods for the invention of noise cancelling headphones. I've put those on my head, and suddenly this whole experience has become a little bit more bearable. I at least don't feel like I'm going to die any more, although I'm still really nervous and twitchy. I hate this. I hate this so, so much. I don't have many other words for it all, because what else can I say? It's just… really nerve wracking and anxiety inducing. I just saw more lightning, and I felt thunder rumble the whole house. My stomach is feeling like it's got severe indigestion now, and I feel like I've now got such tremendous fear running through me. A fear strong enough to leave me craving to move somewhere where no storms will ever hit. Or at least a place storms would only hit 0.009% of the time.
I'm being kind of hyperbolic. I still never really want to move. But also…this definitely does make me feel more amenable to it. It's amazing what the power of fear does to me. It really makes me scared. And with power now gone, I don't know if we'll get it back it until tomorrow. And I'm nervous about sleep tonight and everything. It's awful.
The panic is all gone. I'm not scared of dying anymore. I'm not panicking or anything. But it seems like we're not gonna get power back until really late at night tonight. And that's frustrating (for lack of any other word). Since I'm now less scared and more bored, I figure I'll try to write some other stuff to take my mind off my panic. But idk what exactly I'll write. I'll come up with something, I guess.
Pokemon Violet is having it's pokemon designs grow on me more. But even still, the open world aspect of the game really throws me off. Also, I don't know how I feel about the game being basically a lesson in micromanaging three different stories at the same time. I don't want to manage saving a dog, fighting an evil team and becoming a pokemon master all on my own! I want the structured, orderly rules of games past. Pokemon has had multiple storylines crisscrossing each other before. But usually they all follow a nice, linear progression. I get the impression scarlet and violet doesn't do that, and that puts me off it a tiny bit.
I may still play though. Not like I've got many other ideas for how to spend my days nowadays. I've gotta finish Pokemon Shield, and then I can consider a Lego game or two. But Pokemon Violet is still an option, I suppose. I'll keep myself open to it. But the DLC is a whole seperate thing, I suppose. I'll wait to make a decision on that until I've actually started Pokemon Violet, I suppose. And who knows when that'll be? Who knows?
There's still the tepid light of sunset coming in the house. But on the whole, I'd say our house is getting really dark. Beyond that, there's a lot of heat seeping into the house. A lot of heat. Thank gods for the portable fans. I don't know what I'd do without them. But I'm still frustrated there's no DVD player option available to us. With no power, all I've got is the ability to communicate with my dad and write notes on here.
We saw a robin land in our yard before the storm. Then we saw a bird's nest with intact eggs inside a fallen tree branch. I wonder if those two things were connected. They may have been. My stomach pains are slowly going away. The stomach cramps aren't bothering me as much anymore. But I think I'm settling down. I still stand by the remarks I said in fear earlier. But now? Now I think we settle in for the long haul and keep writing or doing other things until power returns.
I started this note at 6 pm. It's now 8 pm. So we've been two full hours without power. Just me and my dad and our dog, sitting in relative silence. I'm sitting in our new recliner, mainly as habit. I moved here earlier out of fear the window would break or something equally paranoid (the really old recliner seats nearer our windows). I'm starting to really regret my seating choices now, though. The sun's going down, and I'm sitting right in the path of it's glare. It's kind of warming me up, frustratingly. But yeah, who really knows when we'll get power back? I guess I still have to keep waiting.
Great. Just fucking great. Apparently the power is estimated to return at 6 am tomorrow morning! Tomorrow morning (the 20th of May)! I'm stressed again. This is the first time in my life that I've dealt with sleeping without power, and it's very distressing. I know I'll live through it, but still. It's very distressing, and I'm dreading it. It makes me want to intensify those threats about moving somewhere where there are no storms from before become way more serious. Way more serious.
I don't like to sleep in the dark. I don't do that. It's not something I feel mentally up for. But I feel like I'm gonna have to be mentally up for it now, and that's so distressing to me. I'm stressed about this now, and I'm just not happy that this has become me and my dad's life. This has become our lives, and that's freaking killing me.
I went up to bed at 10. Me and my dad both did. I think I fell asleep by 10:30 or so. It's hard to say that definitively, but I know that I did get to sleep eventually. So I did it. I slept in the dark! Well…not quite true. My dad had a small battery operated light on in my bedroom, so that helped. And then I just kept yelling to my dad whenever I was nervous and stressed. But eventually I got to sleep.
I woke up at 12:40 am or so, mainly because we got power back then. Power finally returned at midnight or shortly after midnight, so that woke me up. I fell back asleep again shortly after that. Before I fell back asleep, I realized I was sweaty. So I took my shirt off to try and escape the sweat, and then I fell back asleep. Then I woke up again at 3 am. I used my phone for a bit, and then I passed back out. Then I woke up at 7 am, and that brings us up to the present moment in time.
I'm still not feeling great, mind you. I'm still feeling incredibly congested, and I feel like my face is really greasy. I'm generally still having all those standard head cold feelings I always seem to get. I'm still stuffy, frustratingly.
I'm also still really on edge. The storm has freaked me out, and I think it'll take me a while to not fear for my life whenever we get a rainstorm. And I think it'll just be stressful, honestly. But I'm gonna go wash my face in a little bit, I think. I'm feeling weird, frustratingly. sigh…
Most voted on the poll was Haikyuu!! So, here’s the KuroKen (Whiskers, as I call them), snzfic.
Warnings; Sneezing, sniffles, congestion, mlm relationship, some out of character things (?), Kenma being a game addict while sick. Kuroo being a caretaker/mother hen. 18+ characters as usual.
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Kenma had been on stream all day. Why? Just to relax and earn some money for the rent due in a few weeks. Kenma fixed the headset on his short dyed hair, proceeding to finish up the stream. As he was beginning to end the live, he felt his face scrunch up. Oh no, no no-
“Hx’chu!”
There it was. Kenma stifled a sneeze against his wrist the chat filled with various reactions.
- OMG??? BLESS YOU!
- Your ending the stream already?
- Gameplay was wonderful today!!
- Awww, that was adorable!
- Take care of yourself!
- See ya next week!!
And so on. Varied comments.
Kenma looked over the chat box, nodding and mumbling into the microphone. “Yeah..I wi—hh—sorry-“ Kenma turned away from the microphone, covering his mouth with his hand and silently sneezing. He shook his head, sniffling then cleared his throat. “See you all next week.” Kenma turned off the stream, all the open apps he had open from different game plays in the span of four hours now.
Kenma took the led lights around the setup down, about to turn them off. Again, Kenma’s face scrunched up and he silently sneezed. The motion having his head fall forward a little and his headphones flew off and hit the desk. Kenma gave a desperate sniffe, rubbing his nose then coughed lowly. He shook his head and looked towards the door of his streaming room. Kuroo leaning against the doorframe with a smirk.
“Bless you. Three times.” Kuroo calmly said, pushing off the doorframe and going towards Kenma. The other rolled his dark golden-ish brown eyes before his breathing hitched. “O—hh—oh fuck y—you—-chu!—ugh, snf! Dammit.” Kuroo chuckled lowly, his deep voice just being gravely in his throat. “Bless you another time, Ken. Awh, what’s wrong? Feeling sick, baby?” Kenma flushed red yet shook his head. “No. I’m not.” Kenma sniffled again, rubbing at his nose.
“Ugh, why is it so itchy…” “Because you’re caching a cold. You get very sneezy when sick. You have since highschool.” Kuroo softly reminded, lifting Kenma’s face up by his chin and then placed a kiss to the others forehead despite the bangs being in the way a little. Kenma subconsciously leaned against the other, closing his eyes. “Kuroo…” “Mm? Yes, baby?” “…can you help…y’know…” Kenma hesitated. Kuroo grinned happily.
“Want me to help coax the sneeze out?” “Please. It’s being such a bother.” Kenma whined dramatically, sniffling. He then squished his face into Kuroo’s palm. The man smiled, leaning down and teasingly whispering. “Oh? So you want me to kiss your nose?” Kenma groaned. “Shut up. Maybe I won’t let you.” Kuroo tilted his head, thumb tracing over Kenma’s chin. “Uh-huh, sure, of course.” Kuroo replied sarcastically. Kenma rolled his eyes then groaned, burying his face into Kuroo’s chest. Kuroo snickered. “Alright, cuddles it is then.”
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Kenma awoke in the middle of the night, feeling congested in his nose and throat, coughed a little. He shook his head, rubbing his eyes as they got used to the darkness. Kenma wanted to play his Nintendo Switch. Minecraft. Or Mario Kart. Either would be good right now. Kenma slowly sat up, looking over to see Kuroo fast asleep next to him. Sighing quietly, Kenma reached over and grabbed his Switch; turning it on and beginning to play whatever.
An hour passed, nothing too crazy happened. Until, he felt that familiar tickle and itch on his face. In his nose. Kenma immediately gave this…kitten sneeze. Then another, another, which lead to about three more. So, six in a row, by the seventh little sneeze and annoyed sniffle with a curse, Kuroo groggily muttered. “Blessss youuu, baby.” Kuroo was mostly asleep still. Of course he was. It was like 2am now. Kenma cleared his throat the best he could. “So’bry.” Kuroo lifted his head from the pillows, turning on the lamp that rested on the nightstand.
“Aw baby, you sound so stuffed up.” “I..I…hh-chu!! Ugh—huh—hih—ha—hatchsw! ‘tschu! H-hh—ehhshuuu! Ha—has’heshh-eruu! Ugh. So’bry, Kuroo…” Kenma and his poor nose. Kuroo smiled a little. “Okay. Time for some medicine before going back to bed.” “I’mb no’bd don’d ‘by ga’be.” Kuroo snickered. “You’re not done your game?” “D’no’b…” Kenna muttered in a pout, sniffling miserably.
“Fine. Game, medicine then back to bed, baby.”
i just found this lost in my gallery! on that day i was suffering with a sinus infection, that got worse later. i was producing a lot of mucus, really snotty and coughing, but had no time to record something longer and special for you guys (& also to post this one, as we can see)
anyways, i'm feeling better atm. hope you enjoy!
contains: two loud & wet sneezes, nose blowing and some coughing