Is officially making its rounds. I thought I would be immune because of my general awesomeness and immunity-boosting instincts, but boy was I wrong. Jumped on a train to NYC on Saturday evening for a fun time with friends and family, and woke up Sunday morning with a scratchy throat. Monday, the throat was on fire. Tuesday, not so much throat, but coughing, sneezing, and congestion. Last night, trouble breathing through the nose and thus cottonmouth every 20 minutes and 4.5 hours of severely interrupted sleep. Today, thanks to Veramyst, the right nostril is flowing freely, but left nostril is doomed. Makes me yearn for the days that I breathe freely and think nothing of it. The things we take for granted!
Quick note about the Veramyst I've been pumping through my nose all morning. Back in spring, Ach invited some of us over to his place for New York strip steaks, Islay scotch, and Texas Hold 'Em poker. I partook in all of the above, and right vigorously. After cleaning house in poker at 3am, I wound down for the night on Ach's couch. Ever the responsible drunk, I managed to set my iPhone alarm for 7:45am, so I could make my 8:15 doctor's appointment. Mid-check up, the doctor noted my raspy voice, bloodshot eyes, and general grogginess. Curious, he asked me, "What's wrong with you?" Ever the quick-thinking drunk, I responded, "Allergies. I spent the night at a friend's house last night, and he has a cat. Also, it's early spring, so the pollen is killing me. And it's 8am right now, when the pollen count is highest. So...you know." And BOOM! Three bottles of Veramyst free samples later, I was outta there!
Good thing he didn't take my blood that day. It would have been thin, and likely peaty.
Quick note about the Veramyst I've been pumping through my nose all morning. Back in spring, Ach invited some of us over to his place for New York strip steaks, Islay scotch, and Texas Hold 'Em poker. I partook in all of the above, and right vigorously. After cleaning house in poker at 3am, I wound down for the night on Ach's couch. Ever the responsible drunk, I managed to set my iPhone alarm for 7:45am, so I could make my 8:15 doctor's appointment. Mid-check up, the doctor noted my raspy voice, bloodshot eyes, and general grogginess. Curious, he asked me, "What's wrong with you?" Ever the quick-thinking drunk, I responded, "Allergies. I spent the night at a friend's house last night, and he has a cat. Also, it's early spring, so the pollen is killing me. And it's 8am right now, when the pollen count is highest. So...you know." And BOOM! Three bottles of Veramyst free samples later, I was outta there!
Good thing he didn't take my blood that day. It would have been thin, and likely peaty.
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