No more drip...

For the last umpteen years I've lived my life with a Kleenex in hand, rolled into my sleeve grandma style or up my nose.  Pretty, I know.

My nose seemed to drip more when I ate than any other time.  I considered the fact that it might be allergies to food and then realized I didn't care if it was because there's no way on earth I would give up eating...Absolutely no way!

Long ago I decided to eat with Kleenex in hand, politely dab the nostril area when necessary and then continue to fork it in.  Why not?  As long as I could make it look cute, if there is such a thing when wiping your nose, why couldn't I get away with it.  To date, no one has made comment about it so I suppose I've been doing a cute job of it.

For the last 6 months I've been waking up with a headache.  Every.single.day!  Nothing to scream about, just enough to make me want to be mean to people.  No, I haven't followed through with the mean but...okay, maybe once...because I've always thought that being mean to people is typically from someone who is either on a power trip because they feel like a lesser person or a form of insanity.  Since I'm unwilling to admit to either, I'm nice.

So these headaches have really been getting to me but I've been living with them.  Last weekend I woke up with a headache and honestly thought I must have the flu, that's how bad I felt.  Got through the weekend and continued on through the week waking up with the same annoyance.  This last Friday I wake up to the same stinkin' 'ol thing. I stayed home from work because I could tell it was gonna be a doozy.  Is that a word, doozy?  If it is, is that how you spell it?  Well, whatever...I talked to my sister, nicely, because she came to the house for something so told her I had another headache.  Karina was sick too, which is another story in itself.

Saturday rolls around and I'm laying on the love seat, which gives no love at all, and thinking through the pain that if I could get up I'd call my sister to take me to the doctor.  You probably already know what happened but I'm gonna tell you, cause that's how I am.  Knock on the door, she walks in and says..drum roll please..."let's go to the doctor".   I figure how can I say no, she had the ability to read my mind she must have other tricks up her sleeve...I do what she says.

And all this, my lovelies, to say that the doctor's diagnosis - Sinus Infection.  Never would have guessed.  Well, maybe it occurred to me once but I thought Sinus Infections were painful, like outta this world painful.  And, true, I walked around with a stuffy nose for almost a week (plus the headache) and no other symptoms.  But what bugs me is I've always been able to diagnose myself...I hate when the doctor has to tell me what's wrong.  Just because he has this big 'ol fat diploma from, whatever school of medicine he's graduated from doesn't mean I can't figure out for myself what's wrong with me.  Besides, half the fun of going to the doctor is being able to beat him to the punch.    

This is the first time I see this guy and let me tell you there's nothing minced in his pie.  He acted so quickly my panties were down before I could yell, and you know I ain't that kinda gal.  Gave me two shots; one for each cheek and a 5 day dose of something that's working (I'm too lazy to get up and look up the name).

I touched a Kleenex this morning because I believe the respectable thing for any decent person to do is blow their nose before they leave the house, but haven't touched another since.  I apologize to Kleenex if I offend you in anyway for not supporting your cause but you can blame doctor whatever his name is (I'm too lazy to get up and look his name up).

Signed,
Drip free in Garden Grove, Marie

Do other people write about this kinda stuff or is it just me?