irritation, humor, irritation again

My sinuses won't let me sleep. No, it's not as if they're acting like young college kids and playing tunes at 0'dark-early in the morning (though, in a way, they are...), but I can't really breathe through my nose. Note that I can't sleep while breathing through my mouth, so I started blowing my nose. After about the 10th Kleenex (yes, this is the correct use of the brand name), I started chuckling. This continued through about the 20th Kleenex. Mind you, my sinuses were being quite, shall we say, productive - it's not as if I was just blowing my horn for nothing. I turned on the light to make sure I wasn't just compulsively wasting Kleenex; nope, there was evidence of production, and quite a prolific quantity, at that.

By now, my nostrils had begun to get really sore. I went to the bathroom and applied some steroid cream I've had for more than a year now (it's the reason my nose doesn't look like that of a lizard any more; you shoulda seen it a couple of days ago, before I'd realized how chafed it was). I drew a breath and realized I wasn't done clearning things yet, so continued the oboe-like music for a while. I passed through a few more stages of humor ("Where the hell is all this coming from? Ha ha!") and irritation ("Jesus Pete, this is really uncomfortable and giving me a headache"). Finally I reached a stage of diminished return on my efforts, and I've decided to try the sleeping thing again.

The human sinus cavity is much larger than one might think. My head suddenly feels about two pounds lighter.

Just thought I'd share my delightful night with y'all. Here's hoping it's going better for you! Now, back to the Kleenex box for a few more goes at it and... sleep, perchance? Please?

(Edited to add: Warning, contains ickiness. Heh heh.)

Chris

irritation, humor, irritation again

My sinuses won't let me sleep. No, it's not as if they're acting like young college kids and playing tunes at 0'dark-early in the morning (though, in a way, they are...), but I can't really breathe through my nose. Note that I can't sleep while breathing through my mouth, so I started blowing my nose. After about the 10th Kleenex (yes, this is the correct use of the brand name), I started chuckling. This continued through about the 20th Kleenex. Mind you, my sinuses were being quite, shall we say, productive - it's not as if I was just blowing my horn for nothing. I turned on the light to make sure I wasn't just compulsively wasting Kleenex; nope, there was evidence of production, and quite a prolific quantity, at that.

By now, my nostrils had begun to get really sore. I went to the bathroom and applied some steroid cream I've had for more than a year now (it's the reason my nose doesn't look like that of a lizard any more; you shoulda seen it a couple of days ago, before I'd realized how chafed it was). I drew a breath and realized I wasn't done clearning things yet, so continued the oboe-like music for a while. I passed through a few more stages of humor ("Where the hell is all this coming from? Ha ha!") and irritation ("Jesus Pete, this is really uncomfortable and giving me a headache"). Finally I reached a stage of diminished return on my efforts, and I've decided to try the sleeping thing again.

The human sinus cavity is much larger than one might think. My head suddenly feels about two pounds lighter.

Just thought I'd share my delightful night with y'all. Here's hoping it's going better for you! Now, back to the Kleenex box for a few more goes at it and... sleep, perchance? Please?

(Edited to add: Warning, contains ickiness. Heh heh.)

Chris