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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.

Castle

Date: Monday, 12 April 2010 08:32 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] schedule5.livejournal.com
Want. wantwantwant.

Also, hope you feel better soon :).

Re: Castle

Date: Tuesday, 13 April 2010 05:56 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] extemporanea.livejournal.com
send me under separate cover your postal address, and I shall place a small, illegal CD into the mail to you forthwith. Yes? Warning: it's complete fluff.

I feel much better this morning. Sid is lurking there incipiently, but only very faintly in the background.

Nasal douching

Date: Tuesday, 13 April 2010 07:40 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dicedcaret.livejournal.com
I'm told snorting salt water is good for clearing garbage out of the cranial cavities, thus relieving the pressure and removing the lurgy breeding ground.

Teh Missus and I've just started Castle (first 2 episodes) and enjoyed it thoroughly. Not sure how far you are with it, but the Secret Stash has season 2, up to episode 14. I've also got a couple more episodes of Fringe if you want 'em.

Ah, the power of the Interwebs, and Hobbits!

Re: Nasal douching

Date: Tuesday, 13 April 2010 10:22 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] extemporanea.livejournal.com
I don't do the salt water thing, but follow Doctor's Orders in standing on my head and squirting cortisone up my nose on a daily basis - does it count?

I have the second season of Castle up to Ep 15, thank you, and will hopefully extract the end of the season from Lara & David in the next few days. I wouldn't say no to a few more of Fringe, with relief that my guilty passion is shared - jo&stv hate it, sigh.

Re: Nasal douching

Date: Tuesday, 13 April 2010 11:06 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dicedcaret.livejournal.com
Mmm, cortisone is *ebil*. Doctors are all too fond of dishing out meds. Of course, I can make that smug remark because I'm blessed with good health. A dose of man-flu every few years seems to be the most exercise my immune system gets. It's the whisky, I tell you!

Date: Tuesday, 13 April 2010 10:48 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tngr-spacecadet.livejournal.com
My sympathy, as I have had this thing for WEEKS now, too. It alternates between hammers and a really sore throat as some of the gunk decides to trickle out and relieve the pressure a bit. I am thinking decapitation would be a pleasant reprieve. I am hell to live with like this, anyway! (And when I take the Yellow Pills of Codeine Bliss I'm no use either.)

Date: Tuesday, 13 April 2010 12:02 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] extemporanea.livejournal.com
The trickling gunk is the worst. This attack was heralded at about 2am on Monday morning by a dream in which someone was holding me down in a coffin and pouring golden syrup down my nose and mouth. Woke up gasping for breath because the post-nasal drip had basically closed off all the airways. Sinus is evil. I'm sorry you're also suffering.

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