Try as I might, it is not possible to prevent a sneeze from hurting my nose. Even if I keep my mouth open when I sneeze, in an effort to prevent the force from going into my sinuses, there is still enough force sent into my nose to hurt like hell. So, now I do not just have pressure, I have pain.
God, this sucks!
Like Crap!
Oh, there is no pain. I just have pressure. Lots and lots of pressure. Mostly in my right nostril. My left nostril is not only somewhat clear, it has stopped bleeding, for the most part. Unfortunately my right nostril is not quite up to pace. It actually has most of the pressure. Also, it still likes to bleed from time to time. Thankfully it is not gushing, or dripping for extended periods of time. I get a small drop that likes to run into my mustache if I do not catch it in time. In fact, for just such emergencies I have a roll of toilet paper handy.
So, I am thinking it is movie time today. I cannot decide on Daniel Craig’s Bond movies, LOTR, or The Matrix trilogy.
Just so you know, I had my sinuses roto-routered finally. Well, it was more than that; I had some bone removed from my nose, I had old bacterial residue removed from my sinuses, and I had polyps removed. Funny thing, I had the surgery yesterday. Today all I feel is major nasal congestion. I am not feeling any discomfort beyond that. I did take some pain medication yesterday, but the last dose I took was at midnight. So far today, nothing.
I was lead to believe I would be experiencing pain. However, my nose is inconsistently dripping blood. I do not have to have my nose bandaged up, I just need napkins or gauze standing by to catch what little leaks out.
I am suppose to rinse with saline solution three times a day. I think I waiting too long to start the rinsing. My nose is definitely clogged with dried blood. Still, if I work at it slowly, I should be cleaned out in a day or so.
If it is, I do not want to be right. Because, DAMN! it sure does taste good.
But no one listened.
Until the latest of our world conflicts, the United States had no armaments industry. American makers of plowshares could, with time and as required, make swords as well. But now we can no longer risk emergency improvisation of national defense; we have been compelled to create a permanent armaments industry of vast proportions. Added to this, three and a half million men and women are directly engaged in the defense establishment. We annually spend on military security more than the net income of all United States corporations.
This conjunction of an immense military establishment and a large arms industry is new in the American experience. The total influence — economic, political, even spiritual — is felt in every city, every State house, every office of the Federal government. We recognize the imperative need for this development. Yet we must not fail to comprehend its grave implications. Our toil, resources and livelihood are all involved; so is the very structure of our society.
In the councils of government, we must guard against the acquisition of unwarranted influence, whether sought or unsought, by the military-industrial complex. The potential for the disastrous rise of misplaced power exists and will persist.
We must never let the weight of this combination endanger our liberties or democratic processes. We should take nothing for granted. Only an alert and knowledgeable citizenry can compel the proper meshing of the huge industrial and military machinery of defense with our peaceful methods and goals, so that security and liberty may prosper together.
Well, that did not go as planned. Seems I have a strange shaped throat. As a result, my surgeon was not able to intubate me properly. So, after a half hour of trying various ways to get a seal, they gave up. This was suppose to be outpatient surgery. Instead, I am going to have to have the surgery in a hospital. Supposedly they have better means at intubating. I suspect that means I will be staying overnight. I can only imagine the worse possible outcomes at this time.
Seriously, it hurt so bad just to breath after they tried to intubate me yesterday. I cannot imagine all that they might have to do to keep my blood properly oxygenated. I figure I will have both a major headache for days after the surgery, as well as one mean sore throat.
So, here I am today, with a sore throat, still wiped from the anesthesia, and I am wondering how I am going to rearrange my schedule at work.
I’m off to Woodbury, MN to get my sinuses and nose roto-routered. I have two deviated septums, a few polyps, and all sorts of nasty, left over infection crap that all needs to be scraped out. It means being off of work for 6 days. It also means being at my parents after the surgery until the anesthetics clear. Of course, then there is the probability of being in so much discomfort as to not being able to drive home even after that. In the end, I will be out of commission for at least 24 hours, possibly longer.
Now, to take the garbage out and see if my car will start in this -11 temperature.
Sean Paul Kelley shared this picture on Facebook, but I just had to post it on my blog. It really is amazing the contrast between the old Pope and Pope Francis. When I look at the picture to the right, humility comes to mind.
I have begun the second draft of my novel. I realized it was just not possible for me to dictate my rough draft into text files. The agony of reading my pathetic, horrible writing was killing me in a slow, agonizing death of a thousand cuts.
Yes, I know. It is a bit dramatic is it not?
Anyway, I have replaced my morning journal writing with novel writing. Still on the first chapter, but I am not planning on any timeline at the moment. I will finish it when I finish it.
However, I am in need of readers. People that understand they are not to tell me where my story is to go, but instead can tell me if they are understanding where my story is going. If you think you understand what I am saying, explain so in the comments of this blog.
Yes, I am posting this on Facebook, but if you really are interested, please leave your response on my blog.
So, I have moved. I am now living in the two bedroom apartment behind my favorite restaurant: Peggy Sue’s Cafe. From the outside it looks like one long building. Surprisingly, the apartment takes up more of the building than the restaurant. At least on the main floor. There is no basement or upstairs. The great thing is that my rent includes electric, heat, water, and garbage/recycling! Pictures to follow.