Fall is Here...

It’s officially fall. Wanna know how I know (besides the fact that the calendar says so)? You might think it’s the cooler air, the leaves changing color, or football season, but you would be wrong. It’s crud. Yep, crud. Of the sinus nature.

Disclaimer: This might be a little gross to some of you non-sinus suffering people, if you even exist.

Ok, so it’s not that bad yet. I don’t think either of us officially have a sinus infection yet, although Husband is much worse off than I. He’s had trouble sleeping the last several nights due to the whole “nose is stopped up and I can’t breathe, yet snot keeps running down my face” thing. Plus the “crud draining down my throat chokes me to death” part is annoying. Due to all of this junk, he can hardly speak today. Don’t get sassy and say that’s a good thing, because it’s not. He has major responsibilities this week with the event our church is having. As soon as he relents and decides he needs to go see the doctor, I will gladly make an appointment for him.

I, on the other hand, just have the drainage that gets stuck in my throat and tickles it, requiring me to cough every 2.5 seconds. I know this is completely annoying to anyone within earshot of me, but I can’t help it. I am trying to equate the sound with something you can all relate to, and the closest thing I can think of is from National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation; The entire family is gathered around the dinner table, enjoying their amazingly dry turkey and catnip Jell-o, when all of a sudden, Snots, the dog, who just happens to be under the table, starts yakking up something he’d found in the garbage. Yep, that’s about what I sound like. Nice word picture, huh?

The good part is that it will probably get worse before it gets better. Oh wait – good? Yes, because that means we’ll both go to the doctor and get some high-powered meds that will actually do us some good. We’re quite experienced at this sinus crud stuff, and it inevitably leads to a sinus infection for me, and something of the sort for him as well. We just try to stave it off as long as possible, finally relent, and eventually get better. Maybe not the best way to approach it, but so far we haven’t found a better way. If anyone has any ideas that are reasonable (you know, something normal people would do), I’d be glad to hear them.

And please don’t even mention Vick’s Vap-o-rub. It’s not gonna happen.