Sinusoidal
I spent the late afternoon snuggled up in bed, suffering from a sinus headache. Oh, joy.
Once upon a time, I didn’t have sinuses. Or, rather, I had them, but they didn’t bother me. It’s similar to how the dotter never complains about things like headaches; she gets a rather cute, scrunched up "Hunh?" look on her face when you ask her if she’s got one. This went on for many years. And then, one day…
One day…I got the Mother Of All Sinus Infections. It came on fast and sudden. I don’t remember very much about it except for the fact that my eye swelled shut and I was hauled off to either the doctor or the ER, and forthwith tossed into the hospital for a few days while they Did Things. One of those things involved a bubous transparent plastic doo-dad attached to a big transparent plastic tank. The nurses would come by every few hours, jam the end of the bulbous doo-dad into my nose, and vacuum me out.
Ewwwww.
I just want you to think about that.
My response? Ewwwwww.
I think I was around eleven years old at the time.
After that–having primed the pump, as it were–my sinuses were in full-time infectious mode. If the weather turned, if there was a high pressure system, if there was a low-pressure system, so long as there was a fluctuation in the humidity, I’d get sinus headaches. Never to the extent of that first big blow out, but I could feel the fluid building up, then the skin on the right side of my nose near my eyebrow would start to puff out a bit, and the pounding would begin.
Then I moved to the great American Southwest.
Woohoo!
Freedom from sinus headaches!
Yay! There was dancing in the streets! (Except for the fact that my other headache bete noir, migraines, decided to take up the slack…)
Then we moved to Alaska. Land of soaring mountains! The Final Frontier! Land of the Midnight Sun! Yadda, yadda, yadda…
Also, land of unending humidity.
Guess what? They’re baaaaack.
Oh, joy.
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