Wednesday, May 23, 2007

out, out, damn nose!

My throat is no longer sore, but my nose is running a marathon. Yesterday I ran out of tissues at work early in the day so I had to use paper towels. So compounded with the constant clear goo dripping out of my nose, it is also raw from the rough, scratchy, bulk paper products the company buys.

After work, I went to the gym because I hadn't been in 2 weeks. My nose was running the whole time there too. Not fun during cardio. I took a Benadryl, but that didn't stop it. It did slow it down a tiny bit, so my nose was walking a marathon instead of running it. I still went through 200,000 tissues though. This was pretty funny when we went shopping for Craig's new lawyery duds. He was already wearing a suit and carried a briefcase, so he looked like he belonged in the fancy pants stores... until people saw me tagging along with him, with my frumpled blond hair and my backpack, blowing my nose and sniffling constantly, complaining about all the ugly ties.*

Then I went home and took a nap while Craig did more lawyery stuff. He was on the phone, and he talks quite loudly, so my dreams were all confused because I don't speak Lawyer. When he was done, he tried to talk to me. It would go something like this:

Do you want dinner?
No leave me alone. I'm sick.
Do you want to watch tv?
No leave me alone. I'm sick.

I wasn't cranky - I was just bundled up on the couch with a blanket and a box of tissues. I thought about calling in sick today, but I couldn't tell if it was just the hatred of my job breaking through, using my runny nose as an excuse. I decided on coming in. I do feel fine, it's just that there's a faucet in my head that I don't know how to turn off, and I can only breathe through half of my nose, and my ear is funny so I live in half a bubble. It would be exactly the same if I was at home, except I would be in my pajamas. But I do have a fresh supply of tissues today.



* Donald Trump has a collection of ties out. I don't know if you know this. But one that I saw matched my skirt perfectly - shiny red with darker shiny red polka dots. That made me angry because not only is Trumpo a bday stealer (June 14 - Flag Day) but now he's a fabric stealer as well.




ps - here's my horoscope for today:
The events in your life are picking up speed, yet they still may not be moving fast enough for you now. You might feel like you aren't making enough progress, but reality could just be giving you some much needed breathing room. Reassess your direction and put a new plan into action, if necessary.
Breathing room? Very funny, universe.

13 comments:

Brillig said...

ohhh, I've lived that so many times--I go somewhere with Hubby, who looks fabulous and like he "belongs" there, and I look like total doggy poo pooh. Hahaha. And I'm sorry about your Lady MacBethian nose. I hope it clears up for you before the paper towels at work scratch it off completely. (Then you REALLY wouldn't feel comfy going shopping with Craig! Hahaha)

super des said...

That's be pretty funny. When the snotty (ha!) salespeople are rude to me, I can be like "Just because I have no nose doesn't mean you can treat me this way!" and make a big scene.

MsLittlePea said...

Poor you.

super des said...

It's not even a real illness like what got you.

*sniff*

Sugar Kane said...

Hope you're feeling better!

I'd like to choke Donald Trump with one of his ties. I also heard he had a line of steaks out. Steaks. What the hell?

super des said...

Steaks? What the hell is he, a cowboy?

karrie said...

Sick here too, and glad I'm not the only one who resorts to scratchy paper towels. I was thinking about going to the gym tomorrow just to hang in the sauna or steam room.

super des said...

I wish my gym had one of those! The A/C doesn't work.... that's kinda the same.

Alex Elliot said...

I hope you feel better soon!

Suzanne said...

I hate when my nose runs like that. If it is not better tomorrow, you should call in sick and sleep all day. Or hang out with me, although I sadly must work tomorrow...

super des said...

This morning I've re-discovered the magic of Afrin. Normally I hate spraying things in my nose, but I also hate things coming out of my nose.

And suze, a fat lot of good it does me if you're working...

Sudiegirl said...

Oh man...me too. it's allergy time around here.

i'm sick of it...sick sick sick, i tell you!

super des said...

Shouldn't we be in the Bahamas or something?

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