Having an operable nose is something of a delight, but as I've discovered, comes with considerable responsibility. First, my nose is playing this dastardly game wherein I smell nothing, then suddenly am flooded with too many smells, feel dizzy, and rush through a place just to get its scent out of my nostrils. The laundry aisle at HEB was Hell, I tell you.
Yesterday, I enjoyed quick pulls of cool air into both nostrils. Today the air is still crisp feeling, but it hurts my head.
Smells aside, there's keeping my sinus passages sterile through a twice to thrice daily nasal rinse. Enter the blood slugs. Or rather, exit. What are these delightful creatures? "Blood slugs" are what I've taken to calling the reddish/green globs roughly the size of garden slugs that drain from my face when I rinse.
Yes, they gross me out.
Yes, I'm calling the nurse tomorrow.
My head feels as if it's about to explode and has worsened since the last slug. Will I die tonight in my sleep? Ugghh. Perhaps a pain pill is in order.
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