I woke to go to the bathroom around 1;30 this morning; I had guzzled lots of liquid and eaten no salty food to tell my body retain it. I guess that’s my story, but I don’t know if I’m sticking to it.
That’s not the story anyway; the real one – and it is short because it is only about 3:30 am now – is that when I lay back down, I became aware of a slight throb behind the bridge of my nose. It wasn’t bad and it didn’t slowly start to pound; it just kept steadily throbbing. I have come to think of it as Chinese Sinus Torture. So I got up and made myself some Cold Alka-Seltzer and drank it down . . . and then I took a little more medicine and am pushing the whole lot along with some caffeine, laced with sugar. (That would be The Cure, dontcha know?)
And I am sitting up to encourage what drainage their may be. My tear ducts are also feeling the pressure and it has occurred to me that crying would probably help, but of all things after writing a troubled post just a couple of days ago, I can’t conjure up any tears right now. Of course, I don’t want to fool around too much with the sad thought sinus therapy; I doubt it would be wise.
So, I wait to drain and for the analgesics to start acting – and I hope the play will be light-hearted and not some Tennessee Williams burden of drama. I don’t know, though, yelling Stella! might bring some atavistic relief.