"Your knuckles whiten on the wheel, the last thing that your hands will feel..."
I feel fucking gash.
Every year around this time I suffer from weird-ass nonsense ailments that are as ridiculous as they are painful. Last year I had a horrible day at the ear, nose and throat specialist who stuck a telescope up my nose and down the back of my throat and told me I need to go to a speech therapist and then when I went to the GP in the afternoon he told me I had Chronic Sinusitus and put me on a course of antibiotics.
This year, the Gods of Health have graced me with an on-going cold that has the specific infection point of upper nose causing it to be both runny and blocked all at the same time, with the added hilarity of my head feeling all stuffy which in turn makes, I believe, me to have puffy eyes in the morning which is totally unattractive. AND to top it all off, my bottom right wisdom tooth is infected, and I'm currently eating Bonjela as if it is chocolate.
All in all I feel like I'm falling apart.
What is it about this time of year and illness? Is it the cold weather that beats down your immune system? Maybe our bodies are fighting the cold so much that it hasn't the strength to beat off sickness at the same time. Who knows. All I know is that around late November for about 3 weeks I feel like my body has sensed the end is nigh and starts to relax and slow down. With this sloth attitude, germs and infections that my body otherwise happily bats away are welcomed in with open arms.
Bastard body.
In other news - I went to see Ian Brown at the weekend and finally fulfilled one of the many things I've always wanted to do since I got into music. Well kinda. I recreated, in my mind, a late '80s Warehouse 1 party in Manchester. Yes, yes I know I was in London, and yes it was just Ian Brown and not The Stone Roses, and yes it was 15 years later, but I always wanted to have been in Manchester in the late 80s during the rave, baggy, pill-popping era, and this was as close as I was going to get to that so when he blasted out I Wanna Be Adored followed by Made Of Stone and I was suddenly exceptionally off my face - a niggling part of me was finally satisfied.
Tremendous.
Every year around this time I suffer from weird-ass nonsense ailments that are as ridiculous as they are painful. Last year I had a horrible day at the ear, nose and throat specialist who stuck a telescope up my nose and down the back of my throat and told me I need to go to a speech therapist and then when I went to the GP in the afternoon he told me I had Chronic Sinusitus and put me on a course of antibiotics.
This year, the Gods of Health have graced me with an on-going cold that has the specific infection point of upper nose causing it to be both runny and blocked all at the same time, with the added hilarity of my head feeling all stuffy which in turn makes, I believe, me to have puffy eyes in the morning which is totally unattractive. AND to top it all off, my bottom right wisdom tooth is infected, and I'm currently eating Bonjela as if it is chocolate.
All in all I feel like I'm falling apart.
What is it about this time of year and illness? Is it the cold weather that beats down your immune system? Maybe our bodies are fighting the cold so much that it hasn't the strength to beat off sickness at the same time. Who knows. All I know is that around late November for about 3 weeks I feel like my body has sensed the end is nigh and starts to relax and slow down. With this sloth attitude, germs and infections that my body otherwise happily bats away are welcomed in with open arms.
Bastard body.
In other news - I went to see Ian Brown at the weekend and finally fulfilled one of the many things I've always wanted to do since I got into music. Well kinda. I recreated, in my mind, a late '80s Warehouse 1 party in Manchester. Yes, yes I know I was in London, and yes it was just Ian Brown and not The Stone Roses, and yes it was 15 years later, but I always wanted to have been in Manchester in the late 80s during the rave, baggy, pill-popping era, and this was as close as I was going to get to that so when he blasted out I Wanna Be Adored followed by Made Of Stone and I was suddenly exceptionally off my face - a niggling part of me was finally satisfied.
Tremendous.
posted by Fang at 2:56 AM
1 Comments:
Only one cure: food - ditch dairy, go easy on the substances and eat raw and fresh stuff. Medicide is shit esp. antibiotics. If you have sinus headaches all the time it might be down to an allergic reaction. Mine was. Try knocking fags and coke on the head for a bit and take an antihistamine every night, and see how you go. Warning: this works less well when you live with a smoker coz you never escape the billowing clouds which might be making you ill. Antihistamines worked for me coz they prevent the sweling in the sinuses, and this prevents mucus getting trapped and festering in your sinuses. Might help - who knows. Otherwise kill yourself. I tried once but failed so took more drugs. Now I'm pregnant I see food as my only weapon. I think the Chinese have the right idea, going to a food doctor. MMMmmmmmm....food!!!!!!!
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