Nostril + Spoon
When I was a little kid, I once got a brown M&M stuck up in my nose. With some creative rejiggering and a little bit of time, we were able to dislodge the sucker. I don't remember much of the incident...except that it hurt...and my mom had me spend the better half of an evening blowing my nose trying to get the thing out on its own. And that my brilliant brother suggested I just spoon the damn thing out.
Editor's note: the great M&M debacle of the mid-1980's paled in comparison to when Sleepy Sister shoved a button up there and had to pay a visit to our family doctor to get the damn thing out. Or so I'm told, since this happened long before the era of Barb.
Over the past couple of days, I once again have spent the better half of my time blowing my nose in an attempt to get all this sinusy gunk out on its own. I am pretty much on the verge of unlatching my own head and scooping out my sinus cavities. I can handle the sniffling, sneezing, watery eyes, husky man-voice (oooh, sexy!) and the overall discomfort...but I am freakin' over feeling like I have a vice clamping down on my face. Something tells me the procedure would be quite messy, so perhaps a spoon up the nostril would be the way to go.
I'll have to give it some due consideration. And then pray I live to report back on the self-surgery.
So when I haven't been in a benadryl induced coma, I've been blowing my way though boxes of tissues (pun completely intended), feeling miserable for myself. It's quite lovely...natrually making me one of the most *awesome* people to be around.
But in case you haven't noticed, we're back from Kansas. And it was a very good trip.
As always, it was wonderful seeing my parents and paying homage to all my favorite places in Lawrence (Quinton's, The Wheel, and of course...The Love Garden). We did minor bank account damage (oh come on, did you really expect me not to drop any dough at Love Garden...I now own some more Iron & Wine, Depeche Mode and Radiohead on vinyl) but it was all well worth it.
Training was...well...it was what it was. Actually, it wasn't what it wasn't is more like it. The plan to brick long on Friday was foiled by Mother Nature and her out of control electrical storm which flooded the midwest. Saturday's limited time meant I could get my long run in and nothing else (9+ miles on hellaciously hilly terrain? check!). And then Sunday was graduation day where we packed up lil' bro-in-law from the pig sty he called home for the past 5 years and sat in the sun for commencement. Seeing it from the other side made me all nostalgic.
So last Thursday's missed swim (due to the short course change up at masters) was moved to Monday before our long car ride home. It was nice to get a solid (albeit snotty) 2600m in the books.
Which brings us to this week.
A week with a swim test. And a run test. And a really long bike ride (which should be humorous based on my last 2 nonexistant long rides). All with a less than 100% homegirl.
I consulted the Chief of Pain for his two cents on how to prioritize the workouts. Per his advice, I'm waiting until I'm back at 95% to do any testing (which means testing will likely throw down tomorrow/Friday in a blaze of glory) and taking it easy on any workouts in between.
So until then, I'm on the prowl for a spoon...or anything else to help get my sinuses in check.
Gah!
Editor's note: the great M&M debacle of the mid-1980's paled in comparison to when Sleepy Sister shoved a button up there and had to pay a visit to our family doctor to get the damn thing out. Or so I'm told, since this happened long before the era of Barb.
Over the past couple of days, I once again have spent the better half of my time blowing my nose in an attempt to get all this sinusy gunk out on its own. I am pretty much on the verge of unlatching my own head and scooping out my sinus cavities. I can handle the sniffling, sneezing, watery eyes, husky man-voice (oooh, sexy!) and the overall discomfort...but I am freakin' over feeling like I have a vice clamping down on my face. Something tells me the procedure would be quite messy, so perhaps a spoon up the nostril would be the way to go.
I'll have to give it some due consideration. And then pray I live to report back on the self-surgery.
So when I haven't been in a benadryl induced coma, I've been blowing my way though boxes of tissues (pun completely intended), feeling miserable for myself. It's quite lovely...natrually making me one of the most *awesome* people to be around.
But in case you haven't noticed, we're back from Kansas. And it was a very good trip.
As always, it was wonderful seeing my parents and paying homage to all my favorite places in Lawrence (Quinton's, The Wheel, and of course...The Love Garden). We did minor bank account damage (oh come on, did you really expect me not to drop any dough at Love Garden...I now own some more Iron & Wine, Depeche Mode and Radiohead on vinyl) but it was all well worth it.
Training was...well...it was what it was. Actually, it wasn't what it wasn't is more like it. The plan to brick long on Friday was foiled by Mother Nature and her out of control electrical storm which flooded the midwest. Saturday's limited time meant I could get my long run in and nothing else (9+ miles on hellaciously hilly terrain? check!). And then Sunday was graduation day where we packed up lil' bro-in-law from the pig sty he called home for the past 5 years and sat in the sun for commencement. Seeing it from the other side made me all nostalgic.
So last Thursday's missed swim (due to the short course change up at masters) was moved to Monday before our long car ride home. It was nice to get a solid (albeit snotty) 2600m in the books.
Which brings us to this week.
A week with a swim test. And a run test. And a really long bike ride (which should be humorous based on my last 2 nonexistant long rides). All with a less than 100% homegirl.
I consulted the Chief of Pain for his two cents on how to prioritize the workouts. Per his advice, I'm waiting until I'm back at 95% to do any testing (which means testing will likely throw down tomorrow/Friday in a blaze of glory) and taking it easy on any workouts in between.
So until then, I'm on the prowl for a spoon...or anything else to help get my sinuses in check.
Gah!
Labels: Lawrence Makes The World A Better Place, Sick, Stupid things I did as a kid, training...what training?
posted by Iron Jayhawk at 10:47 AM
3 Camper Comments:
Have you tried a neti pot? It looks and feels kind of weird, but it really helps!
Sorry to hear about the sinus issues! Unfortunately I don't have any advice for you since I usually just drug myself up, complain about being sick and then hope I feel better soon. But I'm glad to hear you had a good time in Kansas!
It definitely would have been good to catch up when you were here! Didn't we have amazing weather? It was so nice and Lawrence looked as beautiful as ever. Let me know when you come back next!
PS - I see someone else write the neti pot. I've always heard good things about that. :)
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