I am NOT contagious
I am thoroughly pissed off.
The Vernal Equinox has passed which is cheering in it’s own way and the evenings are really brightening up, but I’m still pissed off.
Today is Mother’s Day but I’m not a mother and don’t have one so it’s of no consequence. Yes – I did have a mother once but she went to the Great Brown Bread Bakery in the sky many years ago.
It’s not even the incessant wittering about Corona-virus or Covid-19 or whatever the fuck you want to call it though that doesn’t exactly lift my mood. They tell us not to worry and then talk about it as if it were Armageddon.
It’s not the cocooning lark as that hasn’t changed my life in any way anyway.
No. It’s none of the above. It’s a wee virus I picked up a while ago. Or it may not be a virus: it could be bacteria. And it’s not the Corona thing before you all start disinfecting your screens.
It’s a nose thing. I have had it for a while and it’s getting worse. My nose is too tender to touch so I can’t blow it, which is a pity because it is flowing like a river in flood. I am getting through tissues at a fierce rate just wiping the fucking drip which is permanently dangling.
It has spread to the sinuses too which means my eyes hurt and I have a constant headache not to mention a permanent stinging in the nostrils. I am sick of chewing paracetamols.
I had a visit to Dr Google so I think I know what it is, which is more than Doc did. He gave me two courses of antibiotics and tubes of cream which did fuck all good. Apparently [if Dr Google is right] the cure involves anaesthetics and scalpels. Lovely!
The only problem now is that it is dammed difficult to phone for an appointment as the lines are jammed by all those neurotics who thing they have the other yoke.
They don’t know when they’re well off.
try some alcohol, always works andby noon tomorrow youll know where you stand)
I can and do sympathise. Along with his movie-star looks and mesmerising charisma, I inherited my dad's rubbish sinuses. While I obviously don't want to appear self-obsessed or insensitive at this tragic time of sniffles, sinusitis is a bugger. Sorry the antibiotics didn't work . Hope you can get the doctor to try you on something else.
I am more annoyed than suffering from self pity. It's just so fucking irritating.
Strangely though it seems to come in waves. Today I am fine – only one nose blow so far – but tomorrow I could be back to streaming eyes and nose again. I'm loath to contact Doc s I'm sure he has more important things to deal with.
In the scheme of things it might not be the worst thing evah! but it's debilitating nonetheless. Your doctor would probably be glad of a bit of variety in his workload. At the moment I imagine a great deal of GPs' time is spent reassuring the worried well as much as anything.
I occasionally get inflamation around my nostrils. I found that smearing inside and out with Carex and leaving it to dry helps. Just before falling asleep.
I find the same thing helps for infected tear-ducts and insect bites if applied immediately after bite. (not stings).
Yes I have read your note on miracle cures, but you never know.
Unfortunately smearing anything inside the nostril is out. It would be like sticking up a red hot piece of barbed wire. Anyways, after two courses of antibiotics I think it needs something stronger.
Last place I'd want to be at the moment is anywhere medical.
As this subtle young lady explains.
I wouldn't want to meet her down a dark alley. Luckily she's not Doc [unless he has had some very strange surgery].
As another chronic sinusitis sufferer (thanks dad) I empathize. Heaven help us if anyone just gets (non-corvid-19) sick and needs to talk to their doc. I can't even call my local VA clinic any longer which is about a 5 minute drive away. I haven't bothered to drive up there to check since they're probably closed anyway. Such is the insanity.
On a more amusing note, my wife and I do our usual grocery shopping every Monday and Tuesday (a different supermarket each day) and by what we've observed it's the over 50s that seem to be congregating together and having a wee bit of conversation as Vermonters often do and the under 50s that are rushing around with scarfs over their faces, faces full of panic, and driving their carts around each other like a bunch of cowardly bumper car drivers.
Yup, it's the so-called "high-risk" individuals that are ignoring all this media-induced BS overreaction and getting on with their lives while the younger set cries havoc and loots the shelves of toilet paper, face tissues and paper towels.