Gravity

Good or bad, it keeps you here.

Hello HeadCold

I don't understand sinuses.  I really don't.  Someone who has taken anatomy please tell me, what on earth are sinuses good for?

I was sick at the beginning of the semester with what my mother calls the "Barking-Seal-Cough."  It's the kind of cough that's deep in your chest that keeps you up at night because the mucous in your bronchial tubes is collecting and, I imagine, dripping to the back of your lungs.  Gross.

I thought I was good and over my sickness last week, ready to freshen up and get back on the healthy track.

False.

Sunday I found that my sinuses were a little sore and I was having to blow my nose an absurd amount of times.  Monday it felt like my Sinuses had been injected with lead . . . or  . . . snot, really.  Which is nothing like lead.  But just as painful I would think.

Today is Tuesday and I'm loosely congested, which means I can still breathe out of my nose, but my head hurts and every time I sniff my nose makes this sort of squeaky moan as my sinuses try to adjust to the pressure.

HeadCold: I hate you.

Oh, and I'm out of Sudafed.

Old Soup

In my fridge, there is mason jar 3/4 full of pea soup.  It's floated around the bottom shelf for the last 6 months.  I can't bring myself to throw it away.  Partly, I don't really know the best way to go about throwing it away.  Do I dump the soup down the sink and hope that my garbage disposal has the stomach for August-made soup? Do I chuck the whole thing in the dumpster behind my building? What if the glass breaks?  Then they're will be pea soup all over the dumpster . . . and yes, I realize it's essentially a garbage can and is allowed to stink, but still, I don't like the idea of the Jar bleeding pea soup in a dumpster.  

But that's only part of it.  I didn't make the pea soup that rests inside of Jar.  Jar and it's contents were given to me on a good-day, and a particularly limited edition brand of good-day at that. That's mostly what it is.