Azure Jane Lunatic (Azz) 🌺 (
azurelunatic) wrote2002-01-06 06:38 am
Breathe
I'm awake, at godsawful:35 in the morning because my nose and I have decided that we don't like each other.
Well, my sinuses did that thing that they're not supposed to do, where they make it impossible to breathe at all through one nostril, with immense pressure, and I can't lie down, and I can't lie on either side, and I panic, and Adam wants to know if I've got an inhaler.
I don't, of course; I've never had one.
So, after rubbing menthol goop on bits of my face, I'm awake and on the computer.
Well, my sinuses did that thing that they're not supposed to do, where they make it impossible to breathe at all through one nostril, with immense pressure, and I can't lie down, and I can't lie on either side, and I panic, and Adam wants to know if I've got an inhaler.
I don't, of course; I've never had one.
So, after rubbing menthol goop on bits of my face, I'm awake and on the computer.
