better living through chemistry

Bleah. When I saw my Nice Doctor the other week, she mentioned in passing that it was great she hadn't seen me for a while, suggesting that the regular sinus infections had let up and I no longer had to hit her for antibiotics in desperation every six months. Apparently Sid the Sinus Headache, lurking in his lair somewhere in the interior of my skull, took this as a challenge. My boss sent me home at about 2.30 this afternoon on the grounds that I was increasingly bleary-eyed from the Sinus Headache of Drug-Ignoring Doom and there was a strong possibility that students were beginning to suspect I was cross-eyed and incoherent from the demon booze. No amount of Advil would stop the bloody sods in my skull from punching me repeatedly in both cheekbones and over my left eye. I staggered home, crashed on my bed and slept until 6pm, mostly under the Hobbit. I never do that, but it seems to have reduced the size of the hammers, even if the wretched things won't stop bashing me.

I take this personally. I believe in drugs for pain. What price human civilisation if we can't stop the ouch? Phooey.

Also, have whacked through fifteen episodes of Castle in short order, because they're moreish like chocolate pralines and I can't stop myself from watching about four in a row without stopping. Now I want more. But don't have any. Am going to bed grumpy, and sore, and also braced for a series of about four long, boring meetings over the next few days. Phooey. I do not want this life, it is skraatched.