"I said a hip hop the hippie to the hippie, the hip hip hop, and you don't stop the rock it to the bang bang boogie say up jumped the boogie..."
Just before Christmas I had a cold. As someone who never really gets ill, I kinda shrugged it off and thought it'll go eventually and its not really that bad. So I carried on going out, Christmas parties, late nights, etc etc and never gave myself the chance to actually get over the cold. A month later and I still had it - except it was worse. I couldn't breath through one nostril at all and it hurt. A lot.
I'd already made an appointment to go the Ear, Nose, and Throat specialist because my voice kept going and being all croaky, so I decided to book an appointment with my GP on the same day (both are in the same town y'see) and went to check out my nose.
First up though was my throat appointment where he fed a wire telescope up my nose and then down the back of throat and dangled it on my voice box! There was no damage there or anything wrong - the problem was that I couldn't project my voice very well and so if I shout a lot my voice just gave way - still does actually but not as bad as it was. He referred me to a speech therapist but I opted not to go. They're for losers...
Anyway - an hour later I went to the doctors and he diagnosed me as having Chronic Sinusitus - hence the blocked nose.
When telling this story to my caring boyfriend (although he wasn't my boyfriend at the time) he pissed himself and declared that from then on I shall be known as Chronic. Chronic D.
Well it's better than Danipants.
The reason for this story is because I fear the sinusitus has returned. I feel rubbish. It's like I'm blocked right up the top but it doesn't stop some of it from running out of nose and down my face at really inappropriate times.
And also I didn't want anyone to think that I'm really sad calling myself ChronicD - like a wannabe rapper MC or something. I'm not. Although spitting lyrics like a bad boy poet is something I can really see myself doing.
*sniff*
I'd already made an appointment to go the Ear, Nose, and Throat specialist because my voice kept going and being all croaky, so I decided to book an appointment with my GP on the same day (both are in the same town y'see) and went to check out my nose.
First up though was my throat appointment where he fed a wire telescope up my nose and then down the back of throat and dangled it on my voice box! There was no damage there or anything wrong - the problem was that I couldn't project my voice very well and so if I shout a lot my voice just gave way - still does actually but not as bad as it was. He referred me to a speech therapist but I opted not to go. They're for losers...
Anyway - an hour later I went to the doctors and he diagnosed me as having Chronic Sinusitus - hence the blocked nose.
When telling this story to my caring boyfriend (although he wasn't my boyfriend at the time) he pissed himself and declared that from then on I shall be known as Chronic. Chronic D.
Well it's better than Danipants.
The reason for this story is because I fear the sinusitus has returned. I feel rubbish. It's like I'm blocked right up the top but it doesn't stop some of it from running out of nose and down my face at really inappropriate times.
And also I didn't want anyone to think that I'm really sad calling myself ChronicD - like a wannabe rapper MC or something. I'm not. Although spitting lyrics like a bad boy poet is something I can really see myself doing.
*sniff*
posted by Fang at 11:46 AM
2 Comments:
Your caring boyfriend did not "piss himself". He merely chuckled heartilly...for a while.
I bet he did piss himself.
I think theres going to be a lot of this, what with the popularity of San Andreas. People who were once erudite, middle class and English, with names like Bernard and Felicity will soon be known as "Biggie Smokestack" or "Hubba-Bubba" etc.
I fear you are the tip of an enourmous iceberg. Homes.
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