nasal talk plus bonus octopus
Sorry, sorry, sorry for what I’m about to type!
My sinuses are all messed up. My entire system is all messed up. Too much enclosed spaces and dander and wind and dust and bad mojo and crappy genes. I was in a car with a friend last night and I casually mentioned that there’s something that grows near 5th and Gonzales that I’m insanely allergic to. Moments later, we both started sneezing — and yup, we were near 5th and Gonzales. I’m miserable; only three weeks ago I had to unceremoniously give up red wine, after one single glass gave me a hideous headache the day after; shades of my mom, who suffered the same fate at a similar age. My sensitivity to seafood has all but cleared up, but now too much dairy makes me puke.
I am a walking histamine.
I’ve been shooting warm saline once daily into my nasal cavities using a squeeze bottle specially created for the purpose. It works quite well to calm things down but I made a rookie mistake last night. After one performs the irrigation, one must blow one’s nose gently until the water is cleared. Gently! Too hard and something goes haywire with the Eustachian tube (maybe?) and painful pressure freakout can happen deep in the ear. And that’s what happened last night. So this morning (after my squeeze bottle ministrations) I blew extra gently. So then this happened: while taking a break during my workday to touch my toes, water suddenly poured from my nostrils all over the kitchen floor. So gross. I’m so gross.
And that’s it. I’m super happy and my apartment’s shaping up and things are good but it’s just my FACE, my FACE feels all BAD!
PS. Perhaps all this irrigating and blowing has shaken my sanity loose, but I RAN to my computer a few minutes ago because I had to see an image of an octopus playing drums right that second.
And, the end!